Page 52 of Puck Blocked
“I’m waiting for Travis. He’s following you two back to the hotel,” she says.
“You sure? You don’t have to do that,” I reply as Gray walks out of the locker room to join us.
“Yeah, I’ll come. There’s a circus of paps out front,” Enzo tells me.
“Okay. Appreciate it.”
“We’re going in through the back,” Gray says. “I’ve already made the arrangements. A driver’s picking us up now.”
I don’t know what I’d do without my friends. I mean, I’d hire security for Montana, of course. There’s no amount of money I wouldn’t spend to keep her safe. That much I know. But their support is invaluable. It’s nice knowing these guys have our backs.
Once we’re in the car, Montana turns to Gray. “I have a favor to ask.”
“You do?” he replies, looking just as shocked as I feel.
“I heard you have an ice rink in your house, and I was kind of wondering if I could see it,” Montana clarifies.
“That’s not a favor,” Gray tells her. “Luke has keys. He can bring you 'round whenever you want.”
“You guys have keys to each other’s homes?” Montana looks between us. “Is this the kind of bromance where I’m going to have to share my husband’s time with you?” She directs the question to Gray.
“Absolutely, fucker couldn’t last a day without me,” he deadpans.
“Fuck off. I could live plenty fine without seeing your ugly mug,” I tell him, then turn in my seat to look at Montana. “If you want an ice rink, I’ll build you one of your own. But first… say it again.”
“I don’t want one.” She laughs. “I was just curious. I’ve never seen an ice rink inside someone’s house before. And say what again?”
“Who am I to you?”
“My husband.” She smiles at me.
“That. That’s what I wanted to hear. I love hearing you say that.” I lean over, grip her chin between my thumb and index finger, and drop my mouth to hers. If we were alone in this car, I’d have her moaning beneath me in minutes. But we’re not, and I don’t like to share.
Montana is nervous, scared, and I can tell she’d rather be literally anywhere but back in our hometown. Gray arranged to have the Monroe jet make a detour so we could stop here before returning to Vancouver.
We’ve just left my parents’ place. I haven’t brought up visiting her father again. I think that’s something we can discuss another day. When she’s ready. There is one other stop I need to make though. And I really don’t know how Montana will feel about it. Although I get my answer as soon as the car pulls into the cemetery.
“Why are we here?” she asks.
“I need to talk to Sean.” I watch her face, looking for the slightest hint of discomfort.
“Why? You do know he can’t hear you, right?”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I just married his baby sister, and I need to tell him. You want to come with me?” I hold out my hand when I step down from the car, more than a little surprised when Montana accepts the offer. Honestly, I thought she’d opt to stay behind.
“I’ve been writing to him,” she admits as we make our way through the cemetery towards Sean’s headstone. “In my journal.”
“Do you think it helps?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, it can’t hurt, right?” I say, stopping when I spot his name in stone. A wave of emotions hits me. I haven’t been back here since he was put in the ground. I didn’t trust myself enough to risk seeing her again. “Did you come here a lot?” It’s clear the site has been well cared for.
“At first, I did. I, um, after the third time Andrew hit me, I came here. I begged Sean for help. Like I said, he can’t hear you.” Montana won’t look me in the eye.
My hand tightens around hers. “I’m sorry.” I pull her closer to me and my arm wraps around her shoulder. “I don’t even know where to start,” I admit.
“Just say whatever’s on your mind. Who knows? Maybe he’ll listen to you?” She smiles. “He might have just been busy when I came. I bet they have the best ice up in heaven.”
