Page 72 of Three Pucks and a Baby

As I pointed her out, Vivian must’ve sensed our eyes on her because she looked up to stare straight at us. Happiness ricocheted through me, and I threw up my hand in greeting.

When she waved back, my feet moved of their own accord. Or I guess I should say my skates did. As I got closer to her, Vivian's face lit up in a smile. She popped out of her seat and moved in front of the plexiglass.

My cheeks hurt from grinning as I said, “Hey, Pretty Woman.”

“Hey, Bennett.”

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Me either.”

Grayson skated up then. “Holy shit, Viv! Is it really you?”

She giggled. “Yes, it’s me.”

“Man, it’s so good to see you.”

She grinned at his enthusiasm. “I’m glad to see you, too.” Her gaze bounced back over to mine. “And you.”

But then her smile faded when she saw that Theo wasn’t skating over. He gave a brief wave before heading over to the goal. “I guess he’s still upset with me for breaking things off, huh?” Vivian said.

“Don’t worry about the stick up his ass,” Grayson reasoned.

“I’ll try not to,” Vivian replied in an amused tone.

As a puck skidded in front of us, I leaned over and grabbed it. After kissing it, I held it up to the glass. “This is for you, okay?”

“Really?”

Nodding, I tossed it over with my left hand. Some of the kids and guys in the seats around Vivian started to rush forward to try and grab it, but my death glare had them sitting back down.

When Vivian caught it, Grayson and I shouted our approval. Grinning, Vivian waved it at me. “Thanks, Bennett.”

“Now you’re part of B’s hockey superstition,” Grayson remarked with a grin.

Vivian’s brows shot up in surprise. “I am?”

“Yep. I always kiss a puck and throw it before a game.”

She grinned. “That’s more of a G-rated superstition than Theo and Grayson’s.”

Gray and I laughed. “Very much so.”

At the sight of Coach giving me and Grayson a look, I grimaced. “Listen, we gotta start warmin’ up.”

Nibbling her lip, Vivian said, “Can I talk to you guys after the game?”

“Sure. How about you wait for us outside the locker room?” Grayson suggested.

“You want me to stand outside the men’s locker room like a puck bunny? Vivian questioned incredulously.

While Grayson grimaced, I protested, “Hey, there’s nothin’ wrong with being a puck bunny.”

“Seriously?”

“They’re just sexually liberated women who are going after what they want, right?”

Vivian gave me a sheepish look. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have judged.”

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