He hoped not, but even if it did, he wanted that back.
“You’re right.One of these days I’m going to be able to throw you up against the wall and have my wicked way with you.”
“I will hold you to that.”Ian winked at him.“At least once before you’re off to Florida again.”
He snorted.“I’m not going back to Florida, Chou.I’ll be lucky if I can ever shuffle around the rink, let alone play a game for fun.”
“You don’t know.I bet you’ll be on the ice again and enjoy it.”Ian took his hand, held on to it.
He squeezed Ian’s hand tight.“I would like that.Very much.Almost as much as I like this.”
Ian nodded.“I’ll help, love.Trust me.I know how important it is.”
“Maybe we can get Petey out there along with me.”He wanted both his kids to love skating as much as he did.
“Maybe.Tori is already asking to start her learn to play classes.She’s a natural on the ice.”
“That’s awesome.I’d love to see that.”He could totally imagine her playing hockey, in fact.
“She’s amazing.Fearless.Stubborn.Just like you.”
“Pshaw.I’m not stubborn.”
Ian’s eyes went wide.“You aren’t serious.You are the stubborn-est.”
“Not as stubborn as you,” he countered.
“What do you mean?I’m easy going.Like stupidly.”Ian’s head tilted.“Aren’t I?”
He stared at Ian for a long time before just shrugging.He wasn’t interested in having an argument.They were getting on so well.“So we’re a pair,” he conceded.
“We are.”Ian took his hand and held on.“Even after everything.We’re a pair.”
He smiled, pleased Ian’s takeaway from their conversation had been just that.He kissed Ian again.“We are.”
“I’m glad.I mean, I know we have things, but—I’m glad.”
“Me too, Chou.Me too.”
ChapterTwelve
“Give me my color!”
Peter’s scream shocked the hell out of him, and Ian bolted out of the bedroom where he’d been making the bed.
“Not yours!”Tori yelled back.“Ask nice!”
“What is going on?”he asked.
Everything looked normal enough — Tori and Petey were coloring.Tori had a red crayon held up in the air, and Peter was grabbing for it.
“Her has my color!”
“I do NOT!”Tori stared at Peter.“I share, but ask NICE!”
“Is everything okay up there?”JP asked, calling up from the base of the stairs.
“I think so.”
