Page 126 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
Kailey smiles her gentle smile then winks at me. “You know how to play the game, Faye.”
My own smile fades.
“What?” she says.
“I—” I nibble at the corner of my mouth. “I’m not trying to play games,” I murmur. “I just really like him”—love him—and?—”
I like the sound of my name on your lips, Red.
“Shoot, I didn’t mean it like that,” Kailey says softly, concern rippling through her green eyes as she presses a palm to her stomach, as though protecting the growing baby within her womb. “I only?—”
“—meant these men seriously love seeing their name on your back,” Luna chimes in, looping her arm through Kailey’s and reaching her other one forward so she can snatch the bag from me with her free hand. “And she’s right. Now pop that baby on and let’s get down to the ice. Warmups are going to start soon.”
I consider that. “Is she right?” I ask Kailey.
She nods.
Relief slides through me. “I guess you’d know since you’ve held the heart of your hot, hockey player the longest.”
Kailey’s cheeks go pink, but she nods. “Lucky for me, he’s held mine—and kept it safe—right back.”
I freeze. “That’s beautiful.”
Luna bounces again, her hand smoothing over her belly. “Maybe that will make your next book!”
Kailey eyes slide away, but not before I see that the prospect excites her.
God, I really like these women.
“I think it just might,” I say as I tug on the jersey then loop my arm through Luna’s free one. “You two have any other gems for me?”
Luna laughs.
Then starts sharing all of her gems.
Which means that Kailey and I are both laughing the entire way down to ice level, the roar of the crowd growing with every step.
And not once do I think about Courtney…
Or what she’ll do when she realizes I’m here.
I should have though.
I really should have.
“Here they come,” Luna says, bouncing next to me.
I hold my breath as shadows form in the hallway behind the Grizzlies’ bench, growing larger by the second until the first player emerges.
“Wow,” I whisper.
Yes, I’ve been to games in person.
No, I haven’t seen hockey like this.
And they’re not even playing yet.
They’re just hopping onto the ice, skating laps, picking up the pucks, taking easy shots on net before the Grizzlies’ goalie moves to the crease and starts doing that thing goalies do, scraping their skates back and forth across the blue paint.
