Page 188 of The Pucking Wrong Man

Logan’s jaw dropped and I winked. “Oh, was that not the one you were asking about?” I said innocently as Lincoln was passing by, making googly eyes at Monroe as he went.

“We talk way too much about dicks in this group,” Lincoln commented.

I huffed out a laugh. That was probably true.

Glancing back at Anastasia, still on the ice with the girls, I saw she was laughing at something one of them had said.

It was the really good kind of laugh, where you threw your head back and you felt it all the way down into your bones.

And even though Logan had already gone down the tunnel, I still answered him to myself.

“Best idea ever.”

Anastasia

The sunlight streaming through the window was unforgiving, piercing right through my pounding head. I groaned, rolling over to shield my eyes from the brightness. Camden was there, propped up on one elbow, freshly showered, eyes clear—like we hadn’t drunk our weight last night.

It was a little unfair.

“Good morning,” I rasped, my voice thick with the remnants of last night’s celebration. “I may have overdone it.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss against my cheek as he handed me an orange juice and two painkillers, forever taking care of me. “We did. But it was worth it.”

It took me some time to shake off my hangover. Camden eating me out before my shower, like a starving man helped, though. I was actually feeling human as we got into his truck to head out.

Today was Camden’s day to volunteer at the community kitchen.

And today was the first time I’d be volunteering with him.

I was quiet for the entire drive, already choked up from the emotion sitting in my chest as I thought about how much things had changed from that day I’d first met him in line.

Like how I didn’t have nightmares anymore.

Michael was gone, destroyed. Camden had been keeping tabs on him, and he’d told me they’d put Michael in a special care facility because he couldn’t do anything for himself. Talking, eating, using the restroom, taking pictures…they were all out of his reach now.

It felt like the sweetest ending possible.

And I hadn’t felt a second of guilt.

Dance had also become amazing again. I was partnering with Rudolf on another show and I’d finally been promoted to the senior ranks after the Showcase. Dallon had returned, a more humble version of himself, thanks to the tire iron, and I hadn’t had to speak with him once. And Madame Leclerc, she still hated me, but she was more civil about it. I could work with that.

I still wasn’t sure that my leg could handle being the lead for an entire ballet, but being the lead in the Company’s smaller showcases was still a dream come true.

Shaking my head, I thought about the biggest changes in my life…

Like how I was married to my soulmate, living in a penthouse, every day a dream.

I still wasn’t sure how I’d gotten here…

Camden let me be lost in my thoughts until we pulled into the parking lot. “Baby girl, you don’t have to do this. If you need some time…”

I was already shaking my head before he’d finished talking. “I want to do this,” I said fiercely. “It’s just a lot to process, you know? Just a few months ago, I was the one coming here to get food, and now I’m coming here to hand it out. I…I just can’t understand how I’ve gotten so lucky.” My face crumpled, tears sliding down my cheeks. “You saved my life, Camden James.”

“Baby girl. I hate when you cry,” Camden groaned, pulling me into his arms. I sobbed into his chest for a good five minutes until I was finally able to get a hold of myself, furiously wiping at my face because this was important, damnit. I could do this.

“Are you ready?” he asked gently, and I nodded, staring at the building through my window.

“Let’s go.”

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