Page 54 of One Pucking Wish

She slaps her hand on my desk. “I knew it. You two are endgame.”

My brows furrow. “Stop. It’s way too soon to know that.”

“Nuh-uh. It’s not. I can tell. It was the same with Cade and me. Once we got together, we had this explosive chemistry. That only happens, to that degree, with your person. It makes sense. When you stop to think about it, you two are really alike.”

“True. We are, and that kind of scares me. I thought the relationships that work are between people who are different, the whole opposites attract saying… like Beckett and Elena.”

“There is no tried-and-tested rule. It just depends on the people. I don’t know…I get this feeling that you and Gunner are made for each other.”

“Well, it’s a little soon for all that anyway.”

She shrugs. “Eh, when you know, you know. You know?”

I chuckle. “I don’t know, and neither do you. Are you sure you don’t have any work to do?” I reach for my day planner.

Iris bolts up from the chair and holds out her hands, palms toward me. “I’ll find something. No need to rifle through that thing.”

“For a lawyer, you’re quite gabby. You know?”

“Have you ever met a lawyer? We’re all gabby. We literally talk for a living. And…was. I was a lawyer. Now, I plan parties, hang out with you, and watch my hubby play hockey. This life is totally me.”

“Good. I’m glad you’re happy.”

She completes a half twirl and reaches for my office door. “And I’m glad you’re happy. I can’t wait to hear more. You need to practice your gossip delivery. It’s a little bland.”

I tear my gaze away from my computer and direct it to Iris. “I’ll work on it.”

“That’s all I ask.” She shrugs. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to steal my hubby away before he dresses for the game and sneak in a little closet make-out session or something.” She winks. “You know? You should try it.”

“Go away. We don’t do that.”

“That’s not what I heard,” she teases before hurrying out of my office.

The Crane boys pulled out a three-to-one win against Toronto. It was a fun game to watch. I sat next to Iris and her family. They were all sporting number ten jerseys for Cade or eighteen for Beckett, while I was wearing the pantsuit I wore to work this morning. I wonder if I’ll ever be in a place where I’ll wear jeans and Dreven’s number? It doesn’t seem like something I’d do.

Just as Iris said it would, the meet and greet went off without a hitch. Both the fans and players were ecstatic after the win. The arena has cleared of fans, and most everyone has left.

Gunner, freshly showered and wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that hugs his biceps, steps out of the locker room with his duffel bag in hand.

“Good game.” I give him a smile.

He smacks me on the ass. “Thanks. Let’s get out of here.”

“Everyone’s heading to the bar. Did you want to meet up?”

“Nah. Not in the mood tonight. Let’s just head back to your place.”

I bite my bottom lip in thought.

Gunner releases a deep chuckle beside me. “Trust me. Grown-ass men can handle a night out without you.”

“Are we sure, though? You’re all nothing but troublemakers. What if something goes wrong, and I’m not there to smooth it out?”

“They’ll manage. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a control freak?” he opens the door to the car garage, and I pass him, exiting the building.

I shoot him a mock glare. “Maybe once or twice.”

This causes a smile to form on his face. Grumpy and broody Gunner is one attractive man, but happy Gunner is hot as hell. I love making him smile.

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