“Oh, hey,” I tell Aiden. “Since I have you alone, I need to tell you that I’m taking your aunt out on a real date tonight, so you’ll be at the penthouse by yourself.”
I’m going to wine and dine her, romance her.
Sink inside her.
And I can’t fucking wait.
“What am I, chopped liver?” Mac asks.
“Why are you coming to my penthouse?” I ask him.
“Because we’re playing video games. Duh.” Mac looks at me like I’m stupid, and Aiden laughs.
“It makes sense that you’re bonding with the high school kid.” I shake my head at him.
“He’s cooler than most of the people I know,” Mac replies.
I’m grateful to him for making my boy feel welcome and included. He doesn’t have to do that. But Mac’s good people.
“Okay, here’s how this is gonna go,” Spencer says as we all take the ice. I keep my eyes on Aiden, but he skates right out there, as if he does this every day. No wobble in sight.
Spencer lays out the rules, and I glance toward Willow, who grins right at me.
It’s damn good to see her in the stands again. Wearing my sweater. Smiling at me.
My girl.
“Ready?” Mac asks us as we line up on the ice.
“Let’s smash ’em,” Aiden says, making me laugh.
The kid is good. He’s out of practice, but he has an instinct for the puck, and he’s perfect on his skates. Fast. And once we started playing, it was like he forgot to be nervous.
“I’m calling him the smasher,” Mac says after I score a goal. “Jesus, Aiden, do you want a fucking job? We’ll take you today.”
I skate past Wills, and I pause by the glass to blow her a kiss.
“Badass,” she yells out at me, and I wink at her before joining the others, and then we’re flying down the ice again, and this time, Aiden scores a point.
“I’ll take that job,” Aiden says, raising his stick over his head as he does a little dance.
I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun on the ice.
Chapter Nineteen
Willow
Ryker James, my man, the one who makes me laugh and sigh and turns me on with just a look, had a dress delivered to the penthouse. For me. It was waiting on the bed in the primary suite when I got home after the scrimmage.
He bought me a dress.And shoes. The kind with red soles.
How in the hell did he manage to do that? We’ve been on the go, pretty much nonstop, since we got to Seattle just yesterday morning.
Is he some sort of magician?
The man himself walks into the bedroom, and his eyes immediately find me. His lips tip up in the cocky smile I love so much.
“Did you have fun today?” he asks me.
