“Unless Ginagets me in for an MRI.”
“Huck!” I letout a quiet groan. “Donotruin the love bubble.”
“My apologies.”He kissed my temple. “Bubble reinstated.”
“As it shouldbe.” I snuggled closer. “How is your knee?”
“It’s fine.”
“Fine, fine, orholy shit it’s on fire, but I’m not gonna say anything because we’re in thelove bubble and my woman will lose her shit?”
He chuckled.“Somewhere in the middle of that.”
I sighed, risingup enough to look at him. “Why didn’t you say something? Let me get you someibuprofen.”
He tugged meback down. “Stay put, baby, ibuprofen won’t cut it.”
“I can get someoneto bring gummies.”
“It’s good,Daisy, seriously. I’ve got pain stuff if it gets bad.” He gave my butt asqueeze. “Now look who’s fuckin’ with the love bubble.”
I settled mychin on his chest. “I’m not talking about leaving the house, though, am I, smartass?”
He chuckled.“Fair point, I suppose.”
“So, now thatthe love bubble has been restored, tell me how it’s possible that was the bestblow job you’ve ever had,” I prompted.
“Why are yousurprised?”
“Um, hello, hotas fuck hockey star. Puck bunnies abound. I’m sure they’re kneeling in front ofyou left and right.”
“You’d besurprised,” he countered. “Even if that were true, I’ve never been the kind ofperson who was into fucking for sport, no pun intended. So, yes, I’ve had a fewin my life, but that by far was the best, and I know it’s because it’s you.”
“Okay, well,that’s only the second one I’ve ever given, so, you’re welcome.”
He chuckled.“Thank you.”
I smiled,kissing his throat. “How did you get such anAmericanname?”
“My great,great, great, great… give or take a great grandfather was Granville Stuart,” hesaid. “He’s a big name around Big Hole Valley, Montana, and we live in a smalltown close to the valley. Huckleberry was all Mom. She might be a math teacher,but she’s book obsessed.”
“Ah, so that’swhy Louisa is Louisa?”
“Absolutely. Momowns a first-edition copy ofLittle Womenand believe me when I say,should the house go up in flames, that book would be the first to be savedbefore any of her jewelry, and maybe even my dad.”
I let out asnort, trying not to laugh. “Oh my god, not funny.”
“Tellhimthat.”He grinned. “It’s his joke.”
“Your parentssound amazing.”
“They are. Ican’t wait for you to meet them.”
I bit my lip andran my finger over his chest. “Do you think they’ll like me?”
“Of course theywill, everyone likes you.”
I scoffed. “Uh,no, everyone doesnotlike me.”
