Marcus eyes the two of us from across the table. “I don’t know how we missed this. It seems so obvious now.”
Bode lets out a laugh, one that is a full-on cackle. “Dude. Were you two trying to bone the night we invaded your room?”
Graham winces. “I wouldn’t call it that, but yes. You guys really are a bunch of cock-blockers.”
Marcus smacks Bode on the back of the head. “Really? I’m surprised any woman falls for your charm.”
He flashes a wide, cocky grin at him. “What can I say? I’m a charmer.”
I snort a laugh. “I don’t think that’s what we call you, but okay.”
“I don’t know if I like having you back.”
“Hey, none of that talk,” Graham interjects. “He’ll be kicking your ass next year on the ice.”
Dax rolls his eyes at him. “You know you don’t need to do that to your own teammate, right?”
Bode laughs at him. “Kinda like how these two started?” He waggles a finger between me and Graham.
“Maybe Graham was trying to hide his real feelings toward you,” Jasper tells us.
Graham shakes his head, draping his arm over the back of my chair. “No. I really didn’t like him.”
“And now you love me. Who would have thought?”
I lean over and take a kiss from him. I don’t have to hide anymore. Not that I ever did, but I don’t have to hide what this man means to me.
“Who would have thought?” Graham whispers against my lips as he pulls back.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Graham look so happy, but I’m pretty sure I look the same way.
The guys start rehashing the game from earlier tonight, leaving Graham and me to ourselves.
“I wish we didn’t have to leave first thing tomorrow for Edmonton.” Graham drops his elbow on the table and shifts so I’m the sole focus of his attention.
“Will it make you feel better if I’m waiting for you when you get home?”
“Yeah?”
I nod, moving so my knees are between his, dropping my hands there. “Yeah. I mean, I can do my rehab from anywhere. Might as well be close to you.”
“That sounds amazing.”
I hold my hand out to Graham and he takes it without thinking. “I have to admit. Part of coming back here was because I was running away.”
“I’m sorry.”
I shake my head at Graham’s words. “No. It’s okay. You weren’t ready and I knew the score when we started this thing. So it was easier to run back here.”
Graham squeezes my hand. “No more running, okay? I promise, I won’t either.”
“No running. Ever.” Cupping his cheek, I pull Graham toward me and seal our words with a kiss. It feels damn good to be here with my boyfriend. To not care that anyone in this bar can see us.
“God. You two are disgustingly in love.”
Bode’s words pull us apart. That fucker.
“Leave them alone.” Jasper smacks him on the back of the head.
