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“Okay, but only a quick one. And then for the rest of the night, you’re mine.” I nip his lips.
Sage smiles into the kiss. “I like being yours.”
“I like being yours, too.”
CHAPTER 13
SAGE
The night iscool and crisp and the last rays of sunset are fading beneath the purple sky stretching over Saint Paul. Shivering in my jacket, I hurry along the crowded street, keeping pace with Rhys.
We round the block’s corner, and the street where the Slash house stands comes into view.
Rhys slips his hand in mine. “We weren’t supposed to bring anything, were we?”
I lift his arm and duck under it, settling him around my shoulders, and snuggle into his warmth. “Nope, just ourselves. I told them dinner’s on us next time.”
We pass houses decorated with jack-o’-lanterns, skeletons, witches, and autumn leaves. The scent of smoke curling from a neighbor’s fireplace wafts in the air.
Family dinners with the guys haven’t been easy to schedule with training camps and pre-season games for two separate teams, but our schedules lined up tonight, and I can’t wait to see everyone.
After spending most of the summer with Rhys at his lake house, we came back to the Twin Cities for hockey season and have split our time between Rhys’s apartment and mine.Although I signed with the Metros over the summer, a one-way contract, no more playing for the Slash, I’m not ready to leave the little family I made here, or my quirky apartment in the big Victorian house.
Remy and Morgan signed one-way contracts with the Metros too, and they’ve also stayed at the house.
Gio, Phil, and Soren are still with the Slash, though Phil and Gio are talking about retiring after this season.
“Maxim, Jonas, and Quinn will probably want to get in on that.” Rhys tucks the bag from the record store inside his jacket pocket. “Since they’re so used to eating with us at my place.”
“They’re welcome to come to the house anytime. I consider them part of the family now.” The trio are joining us tonight, and the plan is for the ten of us to carve pumpkins after dinner and watch a Halloween movie.
It’s our last free weekend before the season begins. I intend to spend most of it with Rhys, wearing sweats, eating breakfast foods for all meals, playing guitar, listening to albums, and watching scary movies.
Rhys taps the wing of a sparkly purple bat hanging from our neighbor’s tree. “Who’s cooking tonight?”
“Remy.” I hop over one of the large pumpkins flanking their driveway. “And according to the text I received, Jonas got there early, so he helped.”
“Uh oh, we definitely should’ve had more than just coffee at the record store.” He swoops down and kisses me. “I’m still having nightmares about the campfire chili they made at the lake house.”
We reach the house and hurry up the walkway. Jonas, Maxim, and Quinn’s cars are parked along the curb in front of the house, and a glance at the driveway shows my housemates are all here. The weeks the ten of us spent together at the lake house were some of the highlights of the summer. But Jonas andRemy’s cooking adventures were a wild ride. “The addition of gummy worms really was interesting.”
“They need to stop trying things they see in weird viral videos.” He shudders and I laugh, slipping my keys from my pocket.
I open the door, poking my head in and calling out, “Hello.”
“Kitchen,” Phil calls back.
Footsteps sound in the hallway. I put our jackets in the closet and turn to find Jonas holding Benny.
The yellow bearded dragon looks happy in his arms.
“Hello, Benny.” I gently rub his head. “Hey, Jonas.”
His shirt is a brighter yellow than Benny, but the dragon still blends in. “Remy brought him down for inspiration. I’m attempting to carve Benny on my jack-o’-lantern.”
Rhys clasps him on the shoulder. “Remy only has a million photos of the little guy on his phone. You needed a live model, too?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” He lifts Benny so they’re eye to eye. “Uncle Rhys just doesn’t get it.”
