Rolling my eyes, I arch an eyebrow at my husband. “Only my tits?”
“Yep.” Griffin’s eyes sparkle with mischief. It’s such an achingly familiar expression, and one I love so much.
Shit. I love him. I’ve fought it, but there’s no point in denying it any longer. I love Griffin Wright.
“Well, my tits miss you too.”
“They should come out and say hi, then.”
I lose the fight with my laughter, and it comes spilling out of me as I tug my shirt up and flash Griffin my boobs.
“Ladies,” he drawls, “so lovely to see you.” He blows my tits a kiss before turning his attention back to my face with a huge smile. “How was your day, baby? Did you have fun with Isla and the girls?”
“I did. You’ll love the dress I picked out. And lunch was great. It was hard not to tell them about you, though.”
He nods. “I know. I’ve had to stop myself from blurting it out to Bash at least half a dozen times since we got on the plane.”
“I swear, Isla suspects something. Has Maddox been acting weird? You don’t think she’s said anything to him, do you?”
Griffin’s head tilts to the side and his eyes narrow as he considers it. He’s so handsome, it makes my heart beat wildly in my chest. I miss him. I wish he was here so I could curl up in his arms and surround myself with the rich scent of his cologne and the light musk that’s all him. “I don’t think so. He hasn’t tried to kill me, so seems unlikely.”
He says the words lightly, coated in his typical humor, but his eyes tighten enough that I know there’s some real hurt there.Griffin is truly worried my brother won’t accept our relationship, and that he’ll lose his best friend. I wish I could say I didn’t share at least some of that worry, but I have to believe Maddox will pull his head out of his ass and see how happy Griffin makes me.
“He’ll be happy for us,” I say, keeping my voice soft. “He loves you, and he knows that you’re one of the best men in the world. Just wait. I think he’ll surprise you.”
I hate the doubt I see flickering in Griffin’s eyes as he forces a smile. I hate that we’re hours away from each other. There’s nothing I want more in this moment than to wrap my husband in my arms and reassure him.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
He chuckles. “You could be. We’d just have to file the paperwork.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“No, babe, I’m Griffin. You should know my name by now. I mean, shit, we’re married.”
I bark out a laugh. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Can’t wait for our trip. You’re going to kill that meeting with U of M.”
“And you’re going to lock that sponsorship deal down.”
“I’m just excited to spend time alone with you. The sponsorship is just a bonus.”
I feel exactly the same. My heart settles in my chest, content and hopeful. Maybe we didn’t have a conventional start to our relationship, but it’s real, and amazing, and so much more than I could have hoped for.
I’ve never been happier.
thirty-eight
MIRA
“So you’re meetingwith the heads of the hockey program, and Griffin is meeting with that gear company?” Isla glances at me out of the corner of her eye as we stand in line to order coffee.
“Mm-hmm. I’m super nervous, but it’s Griffin and Maddy’s old coach, so hopefully it will be okay and I won’t make a fool of myself.” I shouldn’t. I’ve spent days working up what I think is the perfect proposal for the hockey program, along with some mock-ups so I can show them my vision. At the same time, this is the biggest pitch I’ve ever made, and I can’t deny my nerves.
“And it’s only you and Griffin going?”
