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I kiss her, soft and sweet, and my mind quiets. The unsettled, urgent feeling inside me dims as she sighs against me, and when I straighten up, it starts up again, like I need more.

Behind her, Darcy, Georgia, Hazel, and Pippa stare with big grins, Pippa gripping Hazel’s forearm. Miller and Owens high-five and Streicher hands Volkov a twenty-dollar bill.

“What?” Jordan asks, and I realize I’m smiling.

“Nothing.” I turn my attention back to her. “I’m just happy.”

Her cheeks go that adorable shade of pink. “Me, too.”

“Would you ever get married?” I ask.

She blinks. Once. Twice. A startled look in her eyes. Her lips part, and she takes a breath before she closes them. “Um. Maybe.”

She looks away, frowning like she’s thinking, before her eyes lift to mine and some of her worry fades.

“To the right person I would.”

My heart beats harder.

“You?” she asks, and it feels like she’s holding her face neutral. The way she used to all the time.

“Yeah.” I nod, gazing at her, my heart in my throat and ideas blooming in my head. “To the right person, I would.”

CHAPTER 78

JORDAN

I’m havingthe best sleep of my life when a large hand gently shakes my shoulder.

“Jordan.”

“No,” I mumble, burying my face in the pillow.

“Honey.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“It’s eight in the morning.”

I squint in the morning light streaming into Tate’s room. “I missed my alarm.”

He gives me a fond smile. “I turned it off so you could sleep. You’re going to need it for tonight.”

Right. Round one of the Stanley Cup finals starts tonight.

“Tate.” I sit up. “Bea’s going to?—”

“Hi, Jordan,” she calls, running past the open doorway, the cat scampering after her with labored breathing, and I go very still.

“She’s been seeing you sneaking back to your guesthouse for weeks,” he says with a regretful expression but sparkling eyes. “Ring camera,” he adds.

“Ugh.” I clench my eyes closed. “Damn it.”

He smiles at me, resting a hand on my hip.

“Well, she already knows I’m here, so,” I lie back down. “See you in two hours.”

I crack my eyes open. He’s still smiling at me.