“This is fucking good.”
I smirk at him after I take a sip of my coconut water. “You expected it not to be?” I say cockily. “I’m good at everything I do.”
He rolls his eyes as he motions for me to continue.
“What were you thinking about?”
I glance at my watch. Forty-five minutes. Fuck, I need to eat.
“We should get married in Vegas,” I say with a grin.
He groans. “Are you ser—”
“Hear me out!” I say, kicking him under the table again.
He huffs out an annoyed sound, but holds my gaze as he stabs another fork full of pasta.
“It’s like our origin story. One night in Vegas changedeverything.” I say the words softer than I mean to, and I see the look in his eyes shift a little.
“It can be just us. You and me. Find one of those little love chapelsand—”
“I thought you wanted a gigantic wedding? I believe your words were, ‘It needs to be bigger than both of Austen’s weddings put together’”.
I sigh. “If you would have let me finish.” I stab some pasta and take a bite before continuing. “We could still have a party after,” I say petulantly. “I just…”
My heart stops as I look at him, sitting here inourfucking dining room.
He looks back at me, his gaze softening. “Would you want the party in Vegas or—”
I grin. “Hmmm… we could do a whole thing. I guess that’s an option. Big ceremony at Caesar’s or the Bellagio. Oh! We could do the whole thing in front of the fountains!”
He shakes his head.
“You’re insane.”
I finish my pasta and smirk at him. “I know. But that’s why you love me.”
He shakes his head again as he finishes his dinner while I take my dishes to the kitchen. I glance at my watch.
“I have to go,” I whine as I fire up the Keurig and get my travel mug ready.
It’s seconds later that he’s tossing his dishes into the sink. He leans against the counter and I feel his gaze on me.
“What?” I ask, the look on his face so wicked and devilish, I almost consider going down on him right here and being late for practice.
Almost.
My nerves are all over the place though, because this is Ice Breakers official first camp session.
Hockey is still very much a part of my life, and that will never change. The decision to open my own hockey camp was a no-brainer, considering I know firsthand how hockey can change someone’s life.
Plus, I like working with kids. Teaching Lucy how to ice skate on my last visit to Ashbourne was what gave me the idea. Apparently, she wants to be a figure skater, which I think is pretty cool. At least, that’s what she wants to be this year. Last year, she wanted to be a singer. Of course, all things considered, Lucy was a natural on the ice. Sarah was not as enthused, so she ended up with a hot chocolate and sat on the bench, where she was happy to watch us. When I see Betnley at Christmas this year, you bet your ass I’ll be teaching him how to shoot and score.
Jordan must sense my anxiety because he grabs me by the hips and pulls me to him, gazing down at me with warm amber eyes.
“It’s going to go great,” he says with a smile, and all the nerves melt away.
“Yeah?” I lean into him just a fraction.
