I vote the same.
* * *
Hunter’s sleeping when I slip out of bed later that night and return to the living room. I can’t get the book for my musical out of my head.
Les’s help was invaluable with the score, and I want to fully finish the entire thing before I find out about my audition. I don’t know why, exactly; I just feel like I need to have my passion project done. I’m not quite sure what to do with it when Pat was so unenthused, but maybe between Les and me, we can come up with an idea.
I’ve been working for a while and have completely lost track of time when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up at a shirtless and sleepy-eyed Hunter. He was naked when I left him, but he’s put on his track pants, and he takes a seat next to me on the couch.
“What are you doing up?” he asks me.
“Trying to finish the book portion.”
“Can I see?”
I show him what I’m doing, and then I show him the score Les and I came up with.
“It’s not quite done, and it’s really rough, but it’s getting there,” I say proudly. “I don’t know if anyone else will love it like I do, but I don’t really care right now.”
Hunter’s wide awake now. His eyes shift between me and the work laid out on my lap, almost like he’s just realizing something important. “I’ve never seen you this passionate about something.”
His statement surprises me. “What about my dream to move to NYC and make it on Broadway?”
“That was different. With that, you were driven and determined as hell. With this, you just seem so…happy.”
Huh.I never thought about my Broadway dream that way before. But Hunter’s description tracks with me. It makes everything make sense in some weird way.
I tap his bare chest over his heart. “So hockey is your dreamandyour passion.”
He nods. “Yeah. I got damn lucky.”
I lean my head on his broad shoulder. “I’m glad. You deserve all the luck in the world.”
He kisses me. “So do you. Come on. Let’s go get some sleep.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
“You ready for our hike?” Hunter says the next morning.
I sleepily open one eye to see him sitting at the edge of the bed. He brushes a hair off my face. “You look beautiful.” He gestures to the bedside table. “I made breakfast.”
I glance over at the tray of scrambled eggs and toast. “Thank you. But it’s so early.”
He chuckles. “Babe, I have practice this early a couple times a week.”
“My job involves late nights but not usually early mornings.” I stretch my arms out from under the comforter.
Hunter scoots into bed next to me and props the pillow against the headboard. “You always were a night owl,” he says as he picks up the tray and hands me my plate of food.
“True. I always loved when I got to stay up late for a school play I was in.” My phone starts buzzing on the nightstand.
Hunter goes to grab it for me, but I put my hand on his arm.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll check my messages later. I’m sure it’s just my mother wanting to confirm our family dinner tomorrow night. No one else would call me this early on a weekend.”
We enjoy our breakfast and then get a little distracted after eating when Hunter braces himself on top of me.
“Do you want to have sex?” he asks with an adorably sexy grin.
