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“A prince, huh?” Madison smiled, trying to stave off a fresh wave of tears.

“Yep. And guess whats?”

“What?” I asked.

“He was a hockey player just like you and Scottie.”

“He was, that’s so cool.” I chuckled.

“I love you, Austins.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and crushed herself into me. “Thank you for savings me and Mommy.”

“Oh, I don’t know, princess,” I looked at Madison and swallowed the lump in my throat. “I think you saved me too.”

CHAPTER32

MADISON

“Oh my God, Madi.”Rory rushed over and pulled me into her arms. “Thank God you’re both okay.”

“Austins saved us,” Imogen announced proudly, and Rory let me go so she could crouch down to greet my daughter.

“He did, didn’t he? And I am so, so happy you and your mom are okay. Can I get a hug?”

“Of courses.” She threw her little arms around Rory and hugged her tight and I wouldn’t ask, but I was sure I saw a tear in her eye.

“You must be the girl we have to thank for thawing our goalie’s cold, dead heart.” Connor Morgan stepped forward with a slight limp and grinned. “Connor.” He held out his hand.

“Madison.” I took it but he yanked me forward and pulled me into a bear hug.

“It’s good to finally meet you. Thanks for loving our guy,” he whispered.

“He makes it pretty easy.” My voice cracked but I kept my composure.

Austin was right. This group of people weren’t just friends—they were family.

“Hands off my girl, Morgan.” Austin came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist.

“You is a hockey player too?” Imogen asked Connor.

“We’re all hockey players,” he said, tipping his head to the other guys crammed into our private little event at Sugartown.

Mason. Noah. And the Lakers captain, Aiden Dumfries.

“Wow. There’s so manys,” she said with a touch of awe.

“She’s going to have them all wrapped around her pinky finger in no time.” Harper came up beside us. “I’m glad you’re all okay.”

“Thank you.”

I didn’t want to keep talking about it. Warren had been arrested, and according to our attorney, the case against him was airtight. Assaulting Julian outside of O’Shea’s, forcing me into his car at knifepoint, and trying to take Imogen weren’t his only crimes.

He’d gotten into trouble up in Michigan and there was a warrant out for his arrest.

I’d always worried what I would tell Imogen about her father one day, but he’d sealed his fate the night he pointed a knife at her and Austin.

If I got my way, he would never see Imogen again.

Jacqui and Ken took the news hard, but I didn’t feel much sympathy right now given that they had talked to him and not told me or the authorities. Warren was their son, yes, but Imogen was their granddaughter and it devastated me to think they had an indirect hand in what went down.

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