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He hands me a cup of coffee and gives me a soft kiss. “We’ll figure it out. What we know for sure is that we’re all in this, right? We’re a…couple. A triad. We are in a relationship, the three of us.”

Right. “We love each other,” I say, turning to Hugh.

The look on his face is everything. Happiness and disbelief and eagerness all rolled up together. “I’m yours,” he says, his voice full of desire. “Completely.”

I take a cookie and hold it out. “Okay. Talking part of the evening is now concluded. Come here and be mine.”

50

Hugh

It’s backto regular hockey with the PM on the Sunday after Canada Day, and for the first time, I’m invited along. They haven’t played in over a month due to the aftermath of the tornado and the prime minister’s wedding.

The PM’s not-so-secret pick-up team has become a thing of national pride. And when I joined the security detail, Lachlan made it clear without saying a word that it was a closed hockey team, no new members needed.

Especially not someone who had a hard time not causing trouble.

But he’s finally come around to loving my brand of trouble, and I’ve promised to be on my best behaviour.

“You still play in goal?” he asks as I toss my hockey bag in the back of his vehicle.

“That a problem?”

“You might need to play up today.” His mouth turns up at the corners, an unconscious half-smile. “But we could use a back-up goalie.”

“Who’s your regular?”

“My former partner.” His eyes twinkle as I rear back in jealousy. “Work partner. Have you met Corinne Smith yet? She’s our goalie.”

“Maybe. She works at RCMP HQ?”

“Yeah.”

“No worries. I’m flexible.” I wink. “As you know.”

We get in the car, and he turns on the radio, but after getting on the highway, he turns it off again. “You’ll understand why I didn’t invite you sooner once you meet the rest of the team. Actually, I owe you an apology for not filling you in sooner.”

“About what?”

He gives me a rueful, goofy look. “The entire team is kinky. It’s a long story, but Gavin needed a safe space when he met Ellie. He asked me to pull together a hockey game or two. I couldn’t ask him if he needed more than an actual game, so I put together a safe community for him. Other than the one time I was with him and Ellie, they haven’t yet utilized it, but…”

“You created a private kink space for the PM. Just in case he’d need it.”

He shrugs. “Yeah.”

“How many favours did that take?”

“Not many. I needed to tap some professional guys to get enough players on the team.”

“Like Tate Nilsson.”

Lachlan laughs. “Exactly.”

“Who else knows?”

“It’s a pretty tight secret. The guy you replaced, Tim, he knew, because he swapped off with me for being Gavin’s point man during the whole Ellie thing. When Tim left to work at the National Childhood Exploitation Coordination Centre, it wasn’t necessary to loop anyone else in immediately because 24 Sussex is pretty locked down and officially vanilla these days.”

“Unofficially?”

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