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He nods. “Sort of. I’m working on it.”
“That’s great. I can’t wait to hear it.”
He looks adorably pleased at my interest.
“I’m going to head back and do some writing.” I hitch a thumb over my shoulder.
“Can I come play you the song later?” Aidan asks, surprising me, and I think his dad too.
“Yeah, of course.” I look to Nick. He has one hand protectively on his son’s shoulders. “As long as your dad says it’s okay.”
“Fine by me.” Nick gives me a half smile.
“Cool. I’m going to grab my guitar and come right over.” Aidan runs into the house, leaving me and Nick alone outside again.
Nick comes back down the steps, and we meet halfway. I’m glad. I don’t want to be away from him just yet.
“Sorry about that,” he says. “I can hold him off for a few hours if you want time to write.”
“No. I like the noise.”
“All right.”
Neither of us moves.
“See you tomorrow morning?” he asks. One hand reaches forward and his fingers brush against mine.
“Yeah. I’m sure I’ll have a few more hockey questions as I go through the last half of the book.”
“And then it’s just editing?”
“And hopefully coming up with another idea I can pitch my agent.”
“You will.”
The sound of Aidan’s guitar has Nick stepping away. He continues to face me, smiling in a way that makes me wonder if he’s remembering the last time we stood here and how differently it ended.
“Later, Red.”
“Later, Galaxy. Thanks for last night.”
22
NICK
“You’re in a hurry this morning,” Dad says as he sits at the table in the dining room, sipping his coffee and keeping one eye on the TV in the living room.
“Busy day.” I pour two to-go cups with coffee.
“Heading to the rink with Ruby?” He smirks in a way that makes me feel like a teen who doesn’t want to admit he has a crush. “You two have been spending a lot of time together.”
“Yeah.” It’s been almost two weeks since we started hooking up. Every day, we go to the rink She asks me whatever new questions she’s come up with and then spends the rest of the day writing while I try not to distract her too much.
“You’re welcome.”
I roll my eyes. I should thank him, but it’d only encourage him to do it again. Which let’s be honest, I’m sure he will. In fact, I’m probably giving him ammunition for what a good idea it was to bring her here.
“Aidan wanted to get in some practice time and she’s tagging along to finish up her book.”
