Page 95 of The Golden Goalie

“Do you have a no-fighting policy? Would that video have gotten you in trouble?” His silence is all I need for an answer. “Rico, why would you fight if you knew what would happen?”

He steps close. “Amber, I would do it all over again. I have no regrets for what happened that night. If I lost my spot on the team because of it, then so be it.”

My eyes widen in horror. “That’s exactly why I went back with Adam. I couldn’t let that happen!”

“That wasn’t your decision to make.”

I stare at him in shock. “You’re mad?” I ask incredulously.

“No, I’m not mad; I’m furious.”

“Why?” I sputter.

“Because instead of talking to me, you took matters into your own hands. We almost lost everything between us over this.”

My eyes are wide as I try to reason with him. “Rico, I wasn’t going to let you ruin your career over this!”

“That wasn’t your decision to make.” I don’t even have words. “I would give up my entire career to have a chance with you.”

I shake my head. “No. That’s not—”

“Amber, when will you get this through your beautiful head. I love you. If I had to give up everything to be with you, I would.”

I stare at him. “No.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Why no?”

“I’m not worth it; I’m not worth giving up hockey…your life for.”

He smiles. “Baby, hockey hasn’t been my life since the moment you walked in and stole my heart. Hockey has taken a backseat since then.”

“Rico,” I whisper as a tear drips. He catches it with his thumb.

He sighs. “Will you stop fighting me and just let me love you?”

I close my eyes as more tears drip. “I don’t know how,” I whisper.

His hands frame my face. “Then let me show you.” His lips cover mine so gently; it’s barely a touch. “Let me spend the rest of my life showing you.”

Chapter38

Amber

He kisses my eyes, my cheeks, my nose. When he reaches my neck, I moan softly. He freezes. “Don’t make sounds like that,” he nearly growls at me.

“Why not?” I ask breathlessly.

“Because that will become my new addiction in life—finding ways to make you make that sound over and over again.”

He kisses me on the lips then, and I sink into the kiss, letting my body fall against his. He’s prepared; he doesn’t budge as he takes my weight. His hands drop to my hips as he tugs me closer. I laugh when he tries to reposition us because of my belly. “Okay, so we’ll have to get a little creative; but we’ll get it.” The baby gives me a pretty good kick on my side.

“She must like you,” I say pulling back.

His eyes are dark. “Are you talking about you in the third person?”

“No,” I laugh. “I mean the baby. She kicked right after you talked.”

He looks down at my belly. “Can I feel?” he asks softly.

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