Page 84 of Hot Shot
Grinning, Blake says, “Mom knows someone who can do it.”
“Of course she does.” I look at my watch. It’s just after noon. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“Dad will drive us to get the license and Mom will stay here to get everything else organized so we can have the ceremony before the twins need to leave to go back to New York.”
“Wait. We’re getting marriedhere!”
“Ah, yeah. What did you think I meant?” Concern wrinkles her brow.
“To be honest, I don’t know. That we’d go somewhere maybe.”
“I thought it would be nice to have it somewhere we’ve spent a lot of time together. Down on the pond or on the rink downstairs…”
Slowly my mouth curls into a smile. “In our skates?”
“Fitting for us, don’t you think?”
Pulling her close, I lower my forehead to rest on hers. “You undo me.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s the very best thing.” Dropping a quick kiss on her lips I pull back and grab her hand. “Let’s go. We have a license to get.”
“Hang on. We need our IDs for the application.”
“Anything else?” I ask as I turn, tug her toward my room where our luggage is.
“No. Just two forms of ID.”
“Passport and driver’s license?”
“Yes, those will work.”
I might have cut myself off from the world, but I kept things up to date. Thankfully.
It takes us a few minutes to collect what we need and check everything is valid. I knew mine were and I assumed Blake’s were too, but I want all our i’s dotted and t’s crossed before we leave the house. I want no delays.
“Where’s your dad?”
“Waiting in his office. Mom’s in there making some calls. She wants us to have a nice setup even if we insist on getting married on ice.”
“Like what?” I don’t need any fancy decorations. All I need is to say my vows and hear Blake say hers.
“Flowers I think.” Glancing over my shoulder I see her shrug. “She’ll probably put some sort of carpet on the ice too.”
“She still won’t go on it?”
“No. Slipping while pregnant with the twins really spooked her. As far as I know she hasn’t been on it, with or without skates since.”
“That’s a shame. She was good.”
“She was. Dad still tries to get her out on the pond every Christmas. But she never does, won’t even let him carry her out there.”
“Hmm…”
As long as I’ve known Larissa Watts, she’s never walked on the ice without something laid over it. Cardboard, carpet, plywood sheeting. Doesn’t matter what it is as long as it’s not bare ice. And I only know she can skate because of all the home videos Andrew has shown us over the years.
The year Mason signed his first NHL contract, he wanted to commemorate the occasion with photos on the pond. We had to pull a sled with Larissa on it out to the middle because she refused to take part any other way.
