Page 85 of Broken Hearts
“Maybe.” I squeeze him harder and then drop a kiss on his mouth. I’m well aware his teammates and coach are probably watching, but I don’t care. He’s at the Frozen Four! It’s surreal and I want him to know how excited I am to be here with him.
“Wanna meet my parents?”
“What?” I jump up and look around. “I thought they weren’t getting in until late tonight.”
He stands and nods his head to a booth nearby. A man and a woman with a little boy sitting next to them stare back at us. “They got in earlier than planned. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”
“Oh, god. And they just saw…”
“You tackle hug me and shove your tongue down my throat.” He nods. “Yep.”
He chuckles when I cover my face with a hand.
“I’m so embarrassed and I just got really nervous.”
“You’ll be fine. They’re cool.” He pauses. “I told them you were my girlfriend.”
I smirk. “AmI your girlfriend?”
“I could refer to you as my sidepiece or my old lady, but those didn’t have the same ring to it.”
I smack his arm playfully. “And you’re not the president of a motorcycle club,” I joke back as butterflies swarm in my stomach.
Rhett’s mom has a friendly smile. Her eyes take in every detail of her son’s body language, from his hand around my waist to how close we’re standing.
“This is Sienna,” he says. “Sienna, these are my parents and that is Ryder.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” I lift a hand to wave.
“My brother is number twenty-three,” Ryder says, staring at my shirt.
I glance down and my cheeks flame. Ginny made us matching shirts with our boyfriends’ jersey numbers on them for this weekend and I’d completely forgotten I was wearing mine to surprise Rhett. It reads,Property of #23.
“Are you excited to watch him play?” I ask the adorable mini-Rhett.
He shrugs. “Mom says I can have popcornanda lemonade.”
Rhett chuckles. “Who needs hockey when you have the snack bar?”
“Are you staying for the weekend, Sienna?” his mom asks.
“Yes, I came with the Scott family.”
She smiles warmly. I can tell they’re beyond nice, but there’s still a beat of uncomfortable silence where none of us know what to say.
Rhett slides into the booth next to his mom and holds his arm out for me to sit next to him. There’s only a sliver of space so I’m basically sitting on his lap again.
“Mom, I forgot to tell you that Sienna skates. She took second in her competition last weekend. She’s really good.”
I feel myself blushing at the attention.
“You do?” His mom moves forward to see around Rhett. “Oh, well, we’ll have lots to talk about then.”
“Mom skated in college too.” Rhett nudges me.
“You never told me that.”
“It was alongtime ago,” she says.
