Page 165 of Unraveling Rain
“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head. “He should’ve gone the minute the police asked. Probably thought he was untouchable or something.”
I glance toward the exit.
“Good riddance, asshole,” I say as Matt and I head to the locker room.
It’s time to shower and go see Rain.
“What a game, brother. That was amazing,” Miles says as I step into the box where the family’s waiting. I pat his back and murmur my thanks.
I scan the room. No sign of Rain—my pulse kicks up.
“Relax,”Miles says, catching my panic. “She’s helping Ruin change the twins. They want them in pj’s in case they fall asleep in the car.”
I frown at him, and he chuckles.
“Yeah, apparently it’s easier to put them straight to bed that way. Or so I’ve heard.” He lifts his hands like he’s dodging a baby-shaped bullet, and I chuckle.
One by one, I make the rounds—Mom, Dad, Gramps, Joss, River, Merlin, Gio.
When I reach Granny, she beams.
“I told you you were going to be the next champion, dear. I might not know a lot about hockey, but the way you played tonight? Oof.” She fans herself dramatically.
“Thank you, Granny. I’m sure that St. John’s Day ritual was key to my recovery.”
She winks, and I lean in for a hug.
“Great game, Hotshot,” comes a voice behind me.
I turn—and damn near lose my breath.
Rain stands there with a big, bold #37 painted on her cheek. Her hair is in a high ponytail, and she’s wearing my jersey—not the one she bought during the first game. One of mine. It’s so big on her, she’s tied it at the waist and is rocking it like a dress.
And beneath that? Thigh-high black boots.
My dick twitches.
Holy mother of everything holy. Give me the strength not to sling her over my shoulder and abandon everyone right here.
“Thanks, babe,” I manage, pulling her into a hug. “I’m sure you want to kill me, Rain MacAllister.”
I murmur it against her ear, and she laughs—wickedly.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“If I drag you out of here caveman-style, it’s all your fault.”
She leans back to look me dead in the eyes. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
Then she winks and heads to the bar like she didn’t just light me on fire.
I close my eyes and take a few deep, calming breaths, trying to will my body under control.
Thinking about Dennis walking out with the cops does the trick.
Back to pissed mode. Great.
After we snap some family pictures and raid the food bar one more time, we get ready to head out. They’re all leaving in the morning, so we say our goodbyes.
