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I had barely even begun to breathe again after inhaling his sandalwood scent from when he had leaned across from me, and I knew I had it bad.

There was just something about Callum, and it was probably a problem.

I shook my head, and I did indeed wait for him to come around the truck and help me down. There were runners, but I had nearly fallen on my face the day before, and now he was being a little overprotective.

I slid my hand into his for reassurance as we walked our way up the path to my parents’ home, the home I had just recently lived in, and squeezed.

“We’ve got this.”

“If you say so,” he mumbled.

My lips twitched, and I didn’t know what I was going to say before my dad opened the door and glared at us.

“You’re late.” He folded his arms over his wide chest, nearly as strong as he had been when he’d been the fire captain.

“My fault.”

My dad gave me a look before nodding tightly at Callum. “Okay then. Let’s go watch the game. Atlas is on the ice and in a pissy mood from what I can see.”

“Wait. I thought the game wasn’t until four. Am I wrong?”

“They moved it up for a scheduling conflict. I don’t know, but the team looks to be out of sorts, and the fans are all grumpy because some of them are coming in late. It’s a mess. The commissioner is pissing me off, and I don’t even know the man.”

“Are you grumbling at those two without even letting them walk inside?” Mom asked as she came forward and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, then did the same with Callum.

“Come inside. And you did not have to bring wine, Callum.”

“It felt right.”

“Well, you’re family.” She paused and gave me a look. “Okay, well, our family’s getting a little close in some aspects, but it’s fine. Maybe I’ll marry off one of the boys to Teagan and make it a full, interesting web.”

“Mom.”

Callum had frozen at the word marry, at least, I thought it was that word. Maybe it was the idea of Teagan with one of my brothers, but we weren’t there yet. But hell, I wasn’t even sure Callum wanted to get married again.

An odd feeling settled in, my stomach tightening at that. I didn’t know what Callum wanted. He had already been married, but maybe he didn’t want a future or children or anything like that. It was just one more thing we needed to speak about, but I was afraid I didn’t want to know the answer.

After all, we had kept this thing to ourselves for so long that speaking of the future seemed farfetched. Perhaps not that farfetched.

“We both know that Teagan would eat your sons for breakfast. Just saying.”

“I would take offense at that, but it’s true,” Dad said with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go watch Atlas kick some ass.”

“Of course, he’s going to kick ass. He’s our son. And the best goalie in the NHL.”

“As long as you stop saying that in front of him, we’ll be fine,” Rune said with a laugh. He lifted his chin up at Callum, and I figured that was a good thing. It was normal. He didn’t punch him, at least.

Then, of course, Rune looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “Well, you’re here.”

“I’m going to sic Teagan on you,” I said quickly.

“I might not be able to take Teagan, but she’d be on my side in this.”

“And what side would that be?” Callum asked, an odd warning in his tone.

“Stop it. Both of you. Yes, this is different, but it’s good.” Mom looked between all of us, brows raised. “And if you fight in this house, I will ground you all. Including you,” she said to her husband.

He held up both hands, attention on the game. “Excuse me, but I’m watching my son, a bright light of my life, stop pucks going far too fast. I’m not going to get into a fight with the others. Because Callum knows if he hurts my precious baby girl, we can bury him somewhere in the forest around here. This way, we can hide all of Felicity’s suitors who wrong us.”