“She asks me to send her a picture of my nose.”
He exhales a quiet laugh. “What?”
“She said she likes mine, and that now that everyone can afford nose jobs, everyone looks the same, so she’s considering upgrading hers.”
He scrubs a hand over his face.
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”
He walks over and sits on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
Then he says softly, “She’s asleep.”
“Good.”
His eyes flick briefly to my stomach, then back to me.
“She asked if we could watch a game together next week.”
“You already said yes, don’t pretend you’re asking for my opinion.” He opens his mouth and closes it several times, so I decide to let him off the hook. “Koa and Hank are playing, right?”
“And Stone got the invite, too.”
I turn on my side, trying to get comfortable, “I agree with Lucy.”
He grins and, in a Lucy-like voice, says, “That’s rude.” Then he slides down and rolls to his side, facing me. “I like that it will be the three of us.”
“I will admit, I do too.”
Chapter 30
Honey
Lenzin
“You look like shit,” Kilovac says as we skate onto the ice. I glare at him, and he shakes his head. “Please tell me you didn’t?—”
“Lucy wanted to be here. I told her no.” He nods once, understanding without me having to tell him why. “I promised the Boston game, the three of us.”
“Good compromise,” he says as we make our way around the ice.
“It didn’t feel good. I do not like playing bad cop.”
He looks up at the box and chuckles.
“Stop pouring salt in the wound.” I huff.
“Not even a grain.” He winks and nods up.
My eyes drift to the glass suites above the lower bowl. The fishbowl thing, as Lucy calls it, and I nearly run into the boards.
Lucy’s pressed against the glass, grinning, Hildy standing behind her, smiling as she jumps, waving both arms, then grabs Hildy’s hand and holds it up against the glass.
Their fingers meet in the middle, forming a crooked little heart shape. One small hand. One steady one.
Stone skates by and bumps my shoulder. “You good?”
“I am.”
