Page 66 of Married to Number 22
Lunaand her sexy lingerie make it back home days before I do.
But that was always the plan—Luna needed to get back to her job at the non-profit, and she needed to speak with her attorney, get the ball rolling on the shares of Smythe before time runs out.
And not that it’s a surprise to me or Doc, but my CT turns out fine, and I clear the concussion protocol without issue.
Which means I play against DenverandUtah—of course, I do it wearing a full cage which is annoying because while it protects those puny five stitches, it also blocks my vision and makes me feel like that youth hockey player who first fell for Luna all those years before.
Luna.
Who worried about me in adorable fashion, calling to check on me more often than my mom, texting and FaceTiming and just genuinely…worrying.
Honestly, if it was any other woman, I would have lost my shit and told her to back off.
This is my job—blood and bruises, stitches and broken bones, they’re all par for the course.
But…it was Luns calling me.
Her worry touches and amuses me in equal measure.
I’ll be happy when the stitches are out, though.
Because even through FaceTime her gaze catches on my injury, those gray eyes clouding over.
She had quite a welcome to having a professional hockey-playing husband.
Blood and a hospital visit barely twenty-four hours after tying the knot is a lot.
Poor thing.
I’ll have to make it up to her with orgasms.
Mouth kicking up, I toss my bag over my shoulder, then follow my teammates off the bus. The Grizzlies’ plane is parked all of forty feet away and I hurry across the tarmac, the autumn wind whipping through my clothing, slicing against my skin.
Damn.
Too much time in California means that my blood has thinned again.
Before I know it, I’ll be thinking that sixty degrees is cold.
“Damn, man, that expression looks good on you.”
I jerk, realize that Smitty is watching me over his shoulder, beard twitching. “What nonsense are you talking now?”
He clamps a hand to his chest. “I send you gifts, celebrate your milestones, and this is the gift I get in return?”
I just glower at him, keep walking.
“Just saying,” he booms. “Happily fucking married looks good on you.”
Sighing, I glance back at him over my shoulder. “I’m going to sic Kailey on you,” I say of his wife, who may appear quiet and shy, but has a stubborn streak a mile wide. “She won’t like that you’re giving me a hard time.”
“Nice try, A-man,” Smitty says as he starts pounding up the stairs beside me. “I filled her in, and she’s just as curious as I am about your Luna—especially since she seems to have come out of nowhere.”
I follow him onto the plane. “I told you?—”
“That you and Luna were childhood sweethearts until you broke. Yeah, yeah all that’s great.” He turns down the aisle. “But there’s more to the story. I can feel it in my bones.”
God, the man is just fucking?—
