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“Hey, what am I?” Deacon jokes, and Brynn shakes her head.

“You are my everything, my love.”

He kisses her head, and I feel like an intruder at this moment. As the room quiets, I move next to the bed and kiss the top of Brynn’s head. “You did so good, Brynlee. He’s beautiful.” Then I turn and shake Deacon’s hand. “Congratulations, Coach.”

“Take our girl home, Sinclair,” Brynn whispers, never looking away from her son.

Our girl. Yeah... I’ll share her with the girls. But part of me wants to tell her she’s my girl. Guess I’m going to have to convince Mac of that first.

“I’m going to catch a few hours of sleep, but I’ll stop by later today to check on you, okay?” Mac tells her, then follows me out of the room. “Any chance I can take you up on that ride, Sinclair? I’m exhausted and need a nap.”

“Any chance there’s room in your bed for me?” I ask, not ready to say goodbye. I know she’s not ready to hear what I want to say, so for now, I’ll have to settle for her not being ready to say goodbye either.

Mac comes to a sharp stop, and all joking vanishes. “I slept better last night than I can remember sleeping in years. You can be my bed buddy whenever you want.”

I run my hand over her hair and squeeze the back of her neck. “Be careful, Mac. I might just take you up on that.”

She leans her forehead against mine, eviscerating any distance either of us has been trying to cling to. “Good.”

A throat clears behind us, and I half expect a Kingston to be standing there. Only it’s not one of the many. I look up to find Dr. Dick standing beside us, clearly annoyed. More than that, he looks angry. Douchebags never like it when you take something they think is theirs, even if they never had a claim to it. And this asshole has no claim on this woman and never will.

“Dr. Hayes. And Mr. Sinclair.” His words are curt and unimpressed. “I’d hope you could be more professional while you’re working, Dr. Hayes.”

“What the—” I start but clamp my lips closed when Mac places her palm on my chest.

“Sorry about that. I was actually just leaving, Dr. Richardson.”

He looks her over like he’s seeing her in sexy lingerie instead of pink scrubs, and I don’t like it. This dude gives me a bad fucking feeling.

“Don’t let it happen again, Dr. Hayes,” he warns before he walks off, and I clench my fist at my side.

“There’s something wrong with him, Mac. I don’t like him,” I tell her as she pulls me behind her into a room marked Attending’s Lounge. She moves in front of a locker and expects me to be able to think while she changes her clothes.

“You don’t need to like him or tolerate him. I do. And I’m hoping that between seeing whatever he just saw and seeing us together at the event, maybe he’ll take the hint and back off.”

Once she’s changed, she snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Nixon. You still with me, Nix?”

I grip her hips and pull her toward me. “You can’t strip in front of me and expect me to be able to form sentences, beautiful.”

She beams back at me.

“So fucking beautiful.”

And so fucking mine.

Yeah . . . I like the sound of that.

This time, I leave it be while I drive us back to our building and hold her while she sleeps soundly for hours. Mine.

Are the Revolution boys falling apart at the seams?

Kroydon Hills’s favorite hockey team played their last three preseason games this week, and they lost each one. This isn’t the team we’re used to seeing.

Rumors are swirling about infighting between the team. Could the magical era of Philadelphia hockey be coming to an end? Stay tuned and see...

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