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This is why I have no regrets.

Her body tensed and the feel of her muscles tightening around his fingers got him half-hard again. She came with a cry and collapsed against his side.

He didn’t remember the rest as exhaustion finally claimed him.

34

“Darling, this is Georgia.” Tara winked at Georgia and grinned at the handsome man at her side. “But then you probably know that. Or your legal team does. Georgia, this is my husband, Hale.”

Hale Fitzpatrick, or Fitz as he was better known, shook her hand. “Georgia, it’s great to meet you at last. I sure hope you’re feeling better.” He had a Southern accent, super sexy.

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“And thanks for accepting our invite to watch the game in the box.”

“Thanks for letting me hang with you guys.”

Tara took her by the arm. “Something good should come out of the Incident, as they’re calling it around here. Come sit with me and let’s chat.” She raised an eyebrow at her husband. “Don’t worry, I’ll deny, deny, deny!”

With an amiable eye roll, Fitz turned to someone who had just handed him a phone, a very boss move.

Tara chuckled. “They get so worried when I speak my truth.”

They sat in a couple of seats near the glass, a lovely, safe way to watch the game. But something about it was a touch sanitized. Georgia had enjoyed being in the crowd, feeling the pulse of the fans. An executive box should be more her speed—luxury, distance, away from the hoi polloi—but apparently, she was becoming a woman of the people.

“Champagne?”

“Just ginger ale, thanks.” Someone scurried off to get drinks, though the box’s bar was barely three feet away.

Tara took her hand. “How are you? Really?”

“Absolutely fine. Everyone’s being so attentive you’d swear I intercepted that puck on purpose.”

Tara narrowed her eyes. “There I was thinking you’re enjoying being back in the news.”

“I don’t want to be in the news because of something so silly.” Or for any reason. She was starting to realize that she’d never enjoyed the attention all that much. “Banks is watching me like a hawk. All his focus is on me when it should be on the playoffs.”

Tara squeezed her hand. “You’d be surprised how many of these athletes can walk and chew gum, or in your case, play hockey and be good husbands.”

But he’s not my husband. Though he is a good one.

“I don’t want him to worry about me. Not at such an important time.”

“Then it’s a good thing you have lots of people who care about you and can take some of the load off Banks’s all-hockey-all-the-time brain.”

Georgia laughed. “You’re really nice, you know that? Even if your assignment is to stop me from calling in the lawyers.”

“It’s much more than that. I’m here to continue your hockey education. Oh, hold on a sec.” Up popped a photo of Esme, blonde and cherub faced, with a smudge of tomato sauce on her chin. What a cutie. “The nanny likes to send me a few pics before she puts her down.”

“Sure, blame the nanny.”

Tara’s husband seemed to instinctually know pictures of his daughter were doing the rounds. “That’s my girl.” He handed the phone off to his wife, adding a passionate kiss that had Georgia blushing.

“Still in your honeymoon phase, I see,” Georgia said, once Fitz had walked away.

“Hale’s never been afraid to show his feelings. I’m the reserved one. What’s your dynamic with Banks?”

Did they have one? She could feel her cheeks heating. The last few days had been perfect, just the two of them cuddling, cooking, and christening all the furniture. But it wasn’t all orgasms, all the time. They also found time to talk, mostly about his career dreams and her charity hopes, though they were still indistinct and unformed.

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