I sit back slowly and glance at the screen as Lenzin lays a clean hit and skates away as if nothing happened.
“We just need her to do the same,” Erin says softly. “Then you three and… twins, really?”
I nod, still shocked that a man I barely know trusts me with his child, not that he was ever a father to her, either; hell, he’s been incarcerated more than half of my life.
“He’s going to be a great father,” I say again, quieter.
“Do you love him, Hildy?” Erin asks.
I nod, “He’s amazing. With her, with me… just amazing.”
“Even if that horrible woman doesn’t sign off, you’re a great mom, you own a beautiful home, and are getting a PH?—”
“I don’t own the house.” I laugh. “I don’t even know who owns the house.”
She pulls out another envelope and hands it to me. “You, Hildy Sullivan, own this house.”
Chapter 28
WTF
Lenzin
The locker room is always loud after a win, but it’s not the level it usually is. Right now, we’re atwhat the fuck was thatlevel. We may have done our job, but none of us loved our performance. Minnesota pushed harder than they should have, making us push harder yet.
I sit, phone in my hand, staring at three texts.
Hildy:
Home.
Hildy:
Lucy is asleep early, wearing your number.
Hildy:
The game looked rough. You played well.
Unlike the past several days, there is no teasing. No commentary about a missed defensive coverage. No “sparkly shoes.” No, we miss you. Just… polite.
I read them again.
Aleks drops onto the bench beside me. “You are still staring at that screen.”
“She’s different.”
He exhales through his nose. “You are dramatic.”
“She’s not dramatic.”
“Exactly.” He chuckles.
I don’t respond.
Stone throws tape into the trash across the room. “Are you proposing soon?”
I glare at him.
