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“Anything,” I didn’t even try to keep the desperation out of my voice.

“Take Zoey for a coffee and I’ll talk to the team.”

“Thanks, Rory.”

Zoey ducked into the washroom.I stood, withholding all expression on my face, as Rory walked back towards me. What would happen if she told me this would not work?

“Guys had no issues. They understood the circumstances, and they are concerned for Zoey’s safety, as am I.”

My breath eased out of my chest.Thank fuck. “Thank you.”

“We’re on a chartered flight for all of our games, so I have added her to the roster. She just needs to give the steward her passport.”

Oh shit. I hadn’t even thought about a passport. I squeeze my eyes with my hand. “About that.”

Zoey approached us. “Hi, Rory.”

“I hear you are coming along to cheer the team on.”

“Only if Ryan doesn’t get in trouble over this.”

“Not at all. We just need your passport and we’ll add you as a passenger to all our flights.”

Zoey dug into her jacket pocket and produced a shiny passport. I stared at her in amazement.

“This looks brand new,” Rory glanced down at the document.

“It’s my first passport.”

“I’ll be right back with this.”

I waited a second before I looked at Zoey. “You have a passport?”

“Krista said I needed one.” Then she blushed. Hard.

Interesting. I prodded. “What was her reason?”

“Nothing!”

“Tell me,” I teased. I felt like I could breathe again.

Her voice sounded tart. “She said sometimes people like to go to Vegas.”

I still wasn’t sure why she was blushing, but I left that one alone. “Okay.”

We landedearly afternoon and went straight to the rink for practice. Only after dinner, did we head to the hotel. I asked Zoey if she wanted to have her own room, but she told me she preferred to be in the same room as me.

When we opened the hotel room door, I paused when I saw the single king-sized bed.

“It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before,” Zoey glanced back at me. I stood at the door, wanting to go back to the front desk and request a different room.

“I know.”

But when we climbed into bed, somehow it seemed more intimate in a hotel room. Maybe because I never brought women home, but I had no issue bringing a puck bunny back to my hotel room. Like Pavlov’s dog, my body was instantly primed for sex.

Zoey snuggled closer. “I’m cold.”

Normally I would wrap my arms around her and cuddle her, but normally I didn’t have a raging hard-on. I eased away from her body.

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