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We talked about the game, debating the highlights, laughing at some of the Cup presentation. I was glad we’d watched it, because there were things I hadn’t noticed while I was on the ice, like a shot Gabe made or a save by Frasier. Georgia hugging her brother while Atlas watched on with a clenched jaw.

“What’s the deal with those two?” I asked Logan, gliding my fingers through her hair.

“Who?” She glanced back at the screen. “Georgia and Daniel?”

“No.” I paused the show, backed it up a minute. “Those two.” I indicated to Georgia and Atlas.

Logan went very still. “Oh shit. I wonder if Atlas is Georgia’s mystery man.”

I continued playing with her hair. “I didn’t realize she was seeing anyone.”

“She isn’t, but she was. Or at least, Kylie thinks Georgia was, but we didn’t know who.”

I rubbed a hand over my jaw. “If it was Atlas, that would be…messy.”

Logan turned to me, her chin resting on my chest. “Any messier than us?”

“Fair point.”

She laughed, and I half expected her to want to discuss our situation more, but instead, she asked, “What are you going to do for your Cup Day?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

There was a tradition that each member of the team that won the championship got to have their day with the Stanley Cup. Many players took the Cup to their hometowns, which I obviously wouldn’t be doing. It was yet another reminder of my family and all the things I wouldn’t get to share with them. But I tried not to dwell on it. Not when I had people like Logan and Georgia and other friends in my life.

Gabe had talked about taking the Cup to Disneyland and spending the day with several kids from the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Whatever Boone did, I knew it would be epic and over the top.

“Any ideas?” she asked.

“A few, but I’m really hoping you’ll join me for them.”

She settled back into my arms. “I’d like that.”

I lay there, breathing her in, relishing the fact that we had the entire summer together. Right now, it felt like an endless stretch of time, full of possibility.

Bryn answered the door, an empty baby carrier on her chest. “Hey.” She opened her arms, and I was gentle when I leaned in for a hug. For having a baby a little over a week ago, she looked good. Relatively rested. Calm. Happy. “You look cute. Did you just come from a workout?”

“I went to yoga with Emerson and Astrid.”

“That’s fun! God, I miss moving my body.”

“Maybe you could join us after you’re cleared for activity and feeling up to it.”

“I’d like that. Though—” She frowned. “I’m not sure if you’ll still be in LA by the time I’m able to join.”

I almost said something like, “You never know,” but fortunately, I stopped myself. I was still waiting to hear back from my agent, but I couldn’t say anything about that to Bryn or anyone. My agent seemed confident that Anaheim and Minnesota were drawing up contracts for me. But until it was a done deal, I was keeping it to myself. So instead, I said, “Hopefully the timing will work out.”

“We’ve been meaning to do something nice for Astrid. Maybe invite her over for dinner now that we’re home from the hospital.”

“Bryn,” I chided, though my tone was teasing. “You just had a baby. Like a week ago.”

“Eight days,” she said, and I tried not to laugh.

“You do not need to be inviting anyone over for dinner. Even,” I added, when she opened her mouth to protest, “the woman who delivered your baby.”

She laughed. “Okay. Point taken.”

“Good,” I said, following her into the house. Bacon and Biscuit, her Bernadoodles, sniffed at me, and I reached down to pet them. I stopped by the kitchen, washing my hands before quickly loading the dishwasher with anything that was out or looked dirty.