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Kip settled into Scott’s arms and rested his head on his chest.
“You’re so comfy,” Kip murmured.
“Move in with me,” Scott blurted out.Oh god.He hadn’t meant to say that at all. Not so soon.
“What?”
“Move in with me,” he said again. “I want you to live here, not just stay over. I want this to beourhome.”
Kip lifted his head. “You serious?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t say anything for a minute.
“Please,” Scott said, bracing himself for Kip’s rejection.
“Okay,” Kip said softly.
Scottbeamed.“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I... Are you sure, though?”
“I’m very sure. I want to share everything with you, Kip. I want to do this for real.”
“All right then.”
Scott was giddy. “I can’t wait! I’ll set up one of the spare rooms as an office for you so you can study and do your work. I’ll get some bookshelves installed. How soon can you move in?”
Kip laughed. “I don’t know. Anytime, I guess. It’s not like I have much stuff to move.”
“We can decorate the place. Together. It’s always been kind of sparse.”
“I’d love that.”
The more Scott thought about it, the more excited he got. “We could have people over,” he said quietly. “Friends. I’ve never... I don’t really do that ever.”
“We could,” Kip agreed. “That would be nice.” He shifted so he was propped up on an elbow, looking up at Scott. “You sure you’re ready for what’s next?”
“Yes,” Scott said. “Are you?”
“Absolutely,” Kip said.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The Admirals had defeated Detroit in game six, knocking them out of the playoffs. New York was moving on to the Stanley Cup finals against the Western Conference champions, Los Angeles. The series would open in New York in three days.
Today, Scott was going to talk to Coach Murdock. He had asked his coach before the team’s video meeting if he could meet with him privately afterwards.
“If this is bad news I would really rather not hear it,” Murdock said, as soon as Scott had entered the man’s office. His tone was deadly serious, but he was a lot softer than he seemed. He’d want to know either way.
“It’s not,” Scott assured him, and he sat in one of the two chairs across Murdock’s desk from him. “It shouldn’t be, anyway.”
“You’ve got twenty minutes. Shoot.”
Scott exhaled, and started the speech he’d prepared. “There’s something I want to tell you about myself that will probably become public knowledge soon enough. I know the timing isn’t great for this, but I really do think it’s for the good of the team and for myself that I—”
“Jesus Christ, Hunter,” Murdock said. “Can I get the bullet-point format of this thing?”
