Page 189 of Puck Me Secretly

The pre-game player meeting ended.This was it. This was the last player meeting for the season. We were heading into game seven of the Stanley Cup finals. Tonight would decide whether the Vancouver Wolves celebrated its first Cup win in over ten years, or if we’d all be crying in our beer tonight.

Max’s eyes found mine. I stood against the wall and he approached me.

“Are mom and Ronnie here?”

“Yup. They’re in the box with my parents, Lolita, Katrina, Calder, Brian and his wife and Ola and her boyfriend.”

“Did Mom tell you the news?” Those blue eyes I loved so much, dropped to my mouth.

“She said she wants to move here.”

His smile was huge. “I told her we’d take her condo shopping in a couple days.”

I gave a happy smile. Max and his mom’s relationship had grown by leaps and bounds in the last few months. “My mom wants her to join her reading group.”

“Oh, yeah?” His eyes stayed on my mouth.

I tilted my head and he came down for a hot kiss.

“You going to cheer for me?”

“Always.”

“What if we win tonight?”

“Lots of hot sex.”

“And if we lose?”

I pretended to ponder that. “I might be too depressed to have sex.”

“Guess we better win then.”

Our eyes met, and we shared a huge smile.

“Go have fun.”

He stole another kiss. “See you after the game.”

I watched as he moved with lithe grace away from me. He paused and turned back. “Almost forgot. Can you give this to your dad for me?”

He handed me an envelope.

“What is this?”

“See for yourself.”

I watched him walk away before peeking into the envelope. I gasped. Max had signed an 8-year, multimillion-dollar contract with the Wolves.

I movedto the box in stunned shock. That was one contract Dad hadn’t shared with me. Nor had Max. Max wanted to stay here. Max wanted to play in Vancouver.

I handed Dad the contract. He peeked inside and gave me a satisfied smile.

“It appears your boyfriend is going to stick around.”

“Looks that way.”

“What about you?”

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