He kisses me again. “Be right back, Annie.”
Cam watches him go before stepping in close. “You still feeling sick?”
“No, I feel better.” I shake my head. I had some nausea before leaving for this trip.
Cam narrows his eyes on me like he thinks I’m lying. Every time I get sick, Damon worries. He threatens to take me to the hospital for the smallest fever.
“Honest, Cam. I feel fine. Never better.” I kiss him. “Go on. I’ve got Grey.”
Cam hurries across the ice to help the others. I carry Grey over to a chair and sit down with him in my lap. The others head to take off their skates and put away their equipment. Beth is the last one off the ice.
“Can you keep a secret, Grey?”
He looks up at me with those dark eyes that make women fall all over themselves already and nods.
“Me too.” I tickle him, and his laugh fills the room.
Damon is the first to walk across the ice to me and Grey. “How was Atlanta?”
“Hot.” I stand, and he leans down to kiss Grey on the cheek. When I arch an eyebrow at him, he smirks.
“What?” he asks.
I roll my eyes and press up on my toes to kiss him. He chuckles and deepens the kiss.
“Dad!” Beth comes barreling into the back of Damon’s legs. “Did you tell Mommy?”
I look at Damon expectantly. He rubs the back of his neck and gives me a chagrined look.
“I’m going to play hockey.” Beth smiles so big.
“There’s a youth league.” Damon runs his hand over Beth’s blond hair. “But we needed to discuss it with the whole family first. Since it’s a time commitment.”
“Please, Mommy. I’m going to be the best hockey player in the world. I’m already better than Keats.”
I glance over as Hawk, Keats, and Cam come over. Grey reaches for Damon with the absolute faith of a toddler that he’ll catch him. Damon takes Grey and sighs.
“I’m going to be just like Dad and play for the NHL.” Beth puffs out her chest and gives me a look that is so Damon I almost laugh. “Daddy said I play just like Dad.”
Cam clears his throat. “I believe I said you’re as fast as him.”
“She’s better than any of the boys on my team,” Keats says as he leans against the boards.
Beth always tags along to Keats’s hockey practice and insists on being on the ice. Since Damon comes sometimes the coach generally lets her as long as one of her dads is on the ice with her.
“Are we going home?” Keats asks.
I look at Beth. “You can do anything you set your mind to.”
She smiles and takes my hand. “We need a goalie.”
“You don’t think Keats makes a good goalie?” I ask.
“He flinches at the puck.” Beth shakes her head like he’s a disappointment.
Hawk begins to herd us toward the door.
“What about Grey?” I ask.
