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“I’m a big girl. We’ll be fine.”

I growl. “Hadley. It’s dark. You’ve got my daughter. . .”

“There’s plenty of light, plus there’s security guards all over the place.” She tips her chin, daring me to argue with her. Before I can say anything, she turns and walks away.

“I’ve got them,” Wes says, patting me on the arm. “Go walk your girl to her car.” He winks at me and takes off after my sister, who is already halfway down the hall.

I sigh and turn back to Becca.

“Where’d you park?” I take her hand and entwine our fingers together.

“In the employee lot. I didn’t leave after work today.”

We head toward the parking lot, and she points to where her car is. When we reach it, I wrap her in my arms again and pull her close.

“Thanks for wearing my jersey,” I mumble against her hair.

She giggles. “Of course. Thank you for getting it for me.”

“We’re leaving late tomorrow afternoon for a road trip.” She knows this, so I’m not sure why I’m telling her. I frown. I wish I didn’t have to leave her. “I’m going to miss you.”

She smiles up at me. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

I lean down and kiss her. She moans and I take the opportunity to dip my tongue into her mouth. I get lost in the taste of her, in the little moans she’s making, in the feel of her hands digging into my biceps. She rubs against me, and my cock hardens. I groan, pulling away from her.

“Let me know when you get home.” I kiss her forehead. “Or better yet, wait here, I’ll drive around, and you can follow me.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine. I’ll text you,” she says, her lips swollen and red from my kisses, her hair coming out of her ponytail courtesy of my fingers.

I smirk. I love that she lets me muss her up. I’m sure I’m as disheveled as she is, though.

“Night, Holt.” She stands on her tiptoes and gives me one more quick kiss before climbing into her car.

I watch as she backs out of the parking spot and drives away. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I turn and head around to the side of the building where the players’ lot is.

For the first time in my life, I wish I didn’t have to leave for a road trip.

That I wasn’t a professional hockey player.

Because all I want to do is spend time with her.

Chapter thirty

Rebecca

“Hey, long time no see,” Sutton greets me as I set my tray down and slide into the booth across from her at the deli down the street from the arena.

“Sorry. Sorry.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before taking a sip of water from my water bottle.

She waves my apology away. “I’m not mad. Just sad we haven’t been able to catch up sooner.” She takes a bite of her sandwich. “Ansley is on her way. Her meeting just got out, but she said not to wait for her to eat.”

I nod, popping a chip into my mouth.

“Hey, guys,” Ansley says, walking up to our table a few minutes later.

Sutton slides over, and Ansley takes a seat next to her, setting her salad and drink down.

“So, you and Holt, eh?” Sutton asks, grinning at me.