As I drift off to sleep, her steady breathing lulls me into a sense of peace. Whatever tomorrow brings, I know one thing for certain.
For now, she’s mine. And that’s enough.
Chapter Seventeen
Millie
I’m in the kitchen, pouring cereal for Lily when Declan walks in.
He’s wearing low-rise pants, no shirt, and looks like he just stepped out of a fitness magazine. He’s muscular, chiseled and utterly distracting.
I avert my eyes, but damn, the twinge of excitement is hard to ignore. Even after Chase spent all morning on his knees, eating me out, Declan’s presence still makes me squirm.
“Are you available this Saturday?” Declan asks, reaching for a coffee mug.
I look up, trying not to stare at his abs. “Yeah, why?”
“I need to bring Lily to the game. Thought you might like to come too.”
“I’d love that. Who are they playing?”
“Minnesota Frostbites,” he says, pouring his coffee. “I can get tickets for us.”
“That sounds awesome,” I say, feeling a flutter of excitement.
Declan watches me for a moment, then adds, “I can get an extra ticket for Chase too.”
“You’d do that?” I ask, surprised.
“Of course,” he nods.
“If it’s not a bother, can I get one for Jade too?” I ask, thinking of my best friend.
“The more the merrier,” he says with a smile.
I grin, feeling my heart warm up. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he replies. “How’s your blogging going so far?”
“Perfect,” I say, pleased he asked.
“Good to hear,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee. “I can get two other players to interview if you want.”
“That would be amazing,” I say, genuinely touched by his offer.
“You’re welcome,” he says, then glances at the clock. “I need to get to practice.”
“Okay,” I say.
He smiles, kisses Lily on the cheek and leaves. I watch him go, feeling a mix of emotions. Once he’s out the door, I can’t wait to call Jade. She’s always wanted to go to an ice hockey game and with everything at school stressing her out, this could be just what she needs.
I grab my phone and dial her number. She picks up on the second ring.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jade’s voice is bright and cheerful.
“Clear your schedule for Saturday,” I say, unable to hide my excitement.
“Why? What’s going on?”