Page 18 of Unbreakable
“No shit,” she said, now her turn to look impressed.
“Been at it for a long time now, though. Five years since I finished my arts school.”
“Better watch yourself. Hockey players love to get families going quick. This is number three for me,” she pointed to her perfectly round stomach. “And I doubt we’re stopping after this. Last I checked, stage careers don’t mix well with prenatal care.”
She wasn’t at all being rude, just matter of fact. She knew the life.
“But we’ve got a good bunch out here. We all support each other. A lot of faces come and go, but we try to make the best of what we’ve got.”
I nodded absently, watching Dylan spill over the wall and onto the ice. Was that man the future father of my children?
The night before,we were in his bed, facing each other on our sides. We both held up our top hands, his swallowing up mine. I slipped my fingers between his, and despite the size difference in our hands, they fit perfectly.
Dylan smirked, looking over my face.
“Jeannie, I feel like I’ve been here with you before.”
I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say more. “Like here here?” I pointed to the bed between us. “Or like . . . here.” I gestured from his body to mine.
“Here. With you.” He shook his head. “I know it’s nuts.”
I snorted. “Maybe, but I want to hear you talk about it.”
He slid his palm up so my fingers drifted over it, his eyes intensely on mine. “I feel like I’ve known you in another lifetime. Like all this time, I was wandering around, just waiting for the moment our paths would cross. We were in the right place at the right time, and now we’re . . . home.”
I rubbed my lips together. “Have you heard of twin flames?”
He shook his head.
“It’s some woo-woo concept,” I explained, “where somewhere out there, the other half of your soul is split into someone else’s body.”
Dylan smiled. “That’s how it feels, like half of me lives in you already. You say things, and I’m not surprised. I could finish your sentences because I just . . . know you. After a couple of weeks.”
I nodded.
“I’d say I’m falling for you, but that sells it short. When I first saw you, it felt written in the stone, etched in me somewhere and I could finally read the words. Like I’ve been riding on a trainwithout tracks for years and I finally rolled into the station. And even though it’s a new town for me, I’ve been here before and it’s my favorite place.”
I grinned and covered my face as a fierce blush set in.
He gripped my wrists, playfully trying to pull them from my face. “No, let me see you, Jeannie.”
“No! You’re all cute and romantic and I don’t know what to do with that!”
“You feel it too, don’t you? Jeanine’s got a crush on me,” he sing-songed. “She thinks I’m cu-uuute!”
“Stop, no I don’t!” I said, then opened my eyes to his adoring smile. I was fucking sunk. There was no way out of falling for Dylan. “Okay, I might like you a little bit.”
He raised an eyebrow at me, lifting his fingers like he was going to tickle me.
“Fine! I like you a lot!” I laughed, then sobered and leaned in for a kiss. “It’s not even like ‘you complete me’ or some fluff like that. You were always here.”
Dylan shivered. “You gave me goosebumps.”
I tipped my head. “The problem with twin flames is it’s your mirror soul. And sometimes you don’t like what you see when you look in the mirror. And that can get volatile.”
He grimaced. “I don’t want to find out what those things are.”
I laughed. “That’s probably exactly our problem.”
