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I immediately text her.

Let me know when you make it upstairs. This is Aidan.

Then I realize that might freak her out.

I text her again.

Not that I’m concerned the elevator will stop again. It won’t.

I can’t guarantee that, but I don’t want to scare her.

She texts back.

I’m not afraid of that. I’m only afraid of bad hair days and I almost never have those.

I grin.

Good to know. Enjoy your night.

Do I care that she was doing whatever she was doing in the elevator with a professional hockey goalie?

Not in the least.

I’m not afraid of anything either.

CHAPTER 4

Simon

“I don’t understand kiss cams,” I say as I look down on the Racketeers arena from the owner’s private box.

My cousin has owned the hockey team for years, but I’ve only seen them play a handful of times. I follow their record and standings, but I don’t really watch hockey and the only player’s name I know is Crew McNeill, and that’s only because he’s also married to Nathan’s wife.

Rugby is more my game, and Nathan humors me once in a while when he’s in London by accompanying me to a match so I come watch his beloved Racketeers play once a year or so when I’m in Chicago.

“What’s to understand?” Nathan asks as the camera zooms in on a couple who grin, wave, and then lean in to share a kiss. “It’s an annoying activity in between periods that entertains the crowd, for some reason.”

“That’s exactly my point,” I say, fighting a grin. “Why do people like watching other people kiss?”

I don’t really care, but Nathan’s adorable wife Danielle told me the story of how she met two of her husbands because of the kiss cam in this very arena when I stopped at their townhouse to see their new baby girl last night.

Her two husbands who are not Nathan.

From what I can gather, were it not for the kiss cam, Nathan might have gotten Dani to himself—at least for a while—so the whole thing annoys him. Which means I need to bring it up however I can.

“Because people are strange and love to watch other people act like fools.”

I laugh. “And what if someone is sitting next to someone they don’t want to kiss?” I ask. I find people watching entertaining, unlike my stuffed shirt of a cousin.

I know that Dani was actually on a blind date with a guy she did not want to kiss when the kiss cam found her in the crowd on that first fateful night.

“They certainly don’t have to kiss them,“ Nathan says with a scowl.

I chuckle. It is so easy, and fun, to tease my cousin. While he has certainly relaxed since meeting Danielle, he is still one thousand times more uptight than I am.

He’s always been serious, and as he got older and took over more responsibilities for the North American arm of the Armstrong family business, he became grumpier and grumpier.

That makes no sense to me. How can you have billions of dollars and be anything but absolutely chuffed?

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