Page 46 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

“Okay,” she whispers.

I can’t believe she’s here.

I head back to Declan, who’s waiting impatiently outside. I decide not to tell him anything. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as we drive to the rink.

In the locker room, the guys are talking about strategy, but I can’t focus. My thoughts keep drifting back to Millie.

“Yo, Finn! You okay, man?” Troy asks, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumble.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he says, shaking his head.

Coach walks in and starts giving us the game plan, but I can’t concentrate. My mind keeps replaying the moment I saw Millie. Coach’s voice fades into the background as I remember the way she looked at me.

“Finn! You with us?” Coach barks.

“Yeah, Coach, sorry,” I say, shaking my head to clear it.

“You better be,” he warns. “We need everyone focused today.”

I nod, but my mind is still elsewhere. On the ice, I’m not myself. My head’s not in the game and it shows. Troy slams me into the boards and I hit the ice hard.

“Damn it, Finn! What the hell’s wrong with you today?” Coach yells as I get to my feet.

“Sorry, Coach,” I mumble, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re not in the game today. Go sit for a while,” he orders and I slump onto the bench, barely able to concentrate on the game.

I watch my teammates skate around, but my mind keeps drifting back to Millie. How could she be here? Why now? What does this mean for us?

The game ends and I barely notice. The guys are talking and laughing, but I can’t join in. I’m too distracted. Declan comes over and sits next to me.

“Hey, man, you okay?” he asks, concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, just a rough day,” I lie.

“Wanna talk about it?” he offers.

“Nah, I’m good. Just need to clear my head,” I say, forcing a smile.

“All right, if you say so,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder.

I head back to the locker room to change, but I’m moving on autopilot. My mind is still with Millie, replaying every moment of our brief encounter.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks again.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” I say, not meeting his eyes.

He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me. I close my eyes, trying to clear my mind, but all I can see is Millie’s face. I need to talk to her, figure out what’s going on. But for now, I’ll have to settle for the endless loop of questions running through my mind.

“Hey, you wanna grab some food?” Declan asks, breaking the silence. “Lily will be preoccupied having fun with Millie until around six. So, what do you say? Pasta?”

“Sure, why not,” I say, forcing myself to get up.

We head out to our usual spot, but I can’t enjoy the meal. My mind keeps drifting back to Millie, wondering what this means for us.

Back home, I head to my room, needing some space to think. I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. What am I going to do? How do I deal with seeing her again?

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