“That hit in the second period?”
“Saw that, huh?” I scrunch up my face. I got tossed up against the boards by Victor Aven. Fucker. Not my most heroic moment.
I reach over and rub it tenderly, the action lifting the cuff of my shirt a couple inches.
“Oh my gosh, Travis!” Hannah’s eyes widen. “And you were worried about me?”
My gaze drops to the bruises already splashing color over my shoulder and bicep.
“I’m—”
She arches a brow, daring me to say fine.
“Touché, wife.” I let out a chuckle.
“That looks really painful. Can I do anything?”
I shake my head. “I’ll have the trainers work on it tomorrow.”
With an exaggerated eye roll, she shifts so she’s facing me with one knee tucked and her sprained ankle still elevated on the ottoman in front of her. When her hands work into the sore muscles, I groan. I should have gone in after the game to have itworked on, but I couldn’t think about anything else that would get in the way of seeing Hannah.
“Too much?” she asks as she backs off the pressure.
“No. I like it rough.”
She squeezes extra hard at that comment and pain lances down my arm.
“Ow. Ow, I’m sorry.” I swear the innuendos just happen around her. Part of me is always thinking about being with her. I can’t help it.
Abruptly she stops. “Take off your shirt.”
Surprised, I glance over at her. Her expression is all business, but I can’t resist messing with her. “Yeah? Pants too?”
She pinches my side in response.
“Ouch. Okay. Okay.” I peel off my shirt and her hands resume their magic, kneading at the tender muscles but avoiding the worst of the bruising.
It is heaven. I let my eyes close, and my body slowly relaxes from my shoulder all the way to my feet.
“What does your tattoo mean?” Her voice sounds closer.
I crack my eyes open to glance down at the ink on my inner bicep but the first thing I see is her. Without even realizing it, I’ve moved toward her.
“They’re tally marks.” I let my eyes close again.
“For?”
“All the important moments in my life.”
Her fingers caress the skin, and she traces the four lines.
“Only four?”
“Life-altering moments are rare.”
“Yeah. I suppose so.”
“You don’t want to know what they were?”
