“You have nothing to worry about, Emily.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
While she made her way to the couch, I went to the stairs, taking them two at a time until I reached the top. Ben’s room was the second door in the hallway. Although his light was on, he was in bed, tuckedunder the covers, sound asleep, cuddling his stuffed hockey stick that Uncle J had gotten him a few years ago. Something he not only slept with every night, but it traveled with us too.
I pulled the blanket up to his neck and kissed his forehead, keeping my lips there for a few extra seconds to breathe him in.
I knew this wouldn’t be the last time he would scare me half to death. My son was an athlete. He had hundreds of games ahead of him. Situations where he could break all his bones. But tonight could have been avoided, and in the morning, I’d make that clear.
“Good night, my boy,” I whispered before turning off his light and returning to the staircase, the angle in which it was built giving me a direct view of Emily.
Fuck me, she was perfect.
Dressed in light-pink nursing scrubs, the top tucked in so the material hugged her tits and waist, jetting out toward her hips and rounded to her ass—curves that were exceptional.
That were just right.
That were everything I craved.
Her eyes were a piercing blue, and she had a cute splatter of freckles under her eyes and across her nose, pouty lips, with long blond hair she wore high on her head.
The total package—one hell of a face with a body that fucking rocked.
A body I wouldn’t mind devouring.
“Is he okay?”
She caught me staring as I reached the bottom step, and I headed for the bar. “He’s sleeping.”
She looked at her watch. “It’s late. Besides, tonight was probably a bit traumatic for him.”
“Tonight is going to be the main topic of conversation when I talk to him in the morning.”
She smiled knowingly. “I don’t doubt that.”
I stilled at the bar, my hand on the bottle I’d been drinking from earlier. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Anything. I’m really not fussy.”
I held the bottle in the air. “Scotch?”
“Sounds delicious.”
I refilled my glass and poured one for her and brought it to the couch, handing it to her before I took a seat one cushion away.
She held the rim to her mouth. “This isn’t how I expected tonight to end.”
“This isn’t the end, Emily.” I reached across the space between us and clinked my glass to hers. “This is only the beginning.”
Her cheeks flushed as she took a sip.
“Question.” I had to force myself to focus only on her face because everything below her chin was just as fucking enticing as everything above it. “How did you know it was me? You called me by name when the elevator opened. We’ve never met ...”
“I saw you at the arena at a Boston Bears game. Your grandmother actually gave Maya and me the tickets to go. You and Jordan walked onto the ice and handed over a check to a charity.” She ran her palm over the top of her forehead. “An evening I’ll never forget for several reasons.”
“I believe I know the one you’re talking about. That was the game when Maya realized who Jordan was, am I right?”
Her hand left, and her brows lifted. “Jordan told you the whole story?”
