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He laughs. “What schedule? We’re on our All-Star break until Tuesday. I have nothing I have to do for the next four days. Well, check that. I may get in a skate tomorrow just for the hell of it, but I can do that whenever I want.”

A bed is much more preferable than sleeping in my car, so I say, “Okay, I’ll stay here. Thanks, Finn.”

“You’re welcome, Sammie.”

It seems like I’m always thanking this man for something. But the biggest thing I should be thanking him for right now is that my mind is on something other than the significance of this night.

I want it to stay that way, so I down my bottle of beer rather quickly and ask for another.

“All right!” Finn grabs a bottle from the mini fridge and twists off the cap. “Now we have a party.”

I laugh and agree, “We sure as hell do.”

This is what I need, and this is what I want. Spending a night partying with this gorgeous man is far better than going home to my townhouse and wallowing in sorrow and sadness.

Yeah, this is much, much better.

Finn

Sammie Monroe is fucking awesome. She’s not only hot and beautiful, she’s smart, witty, and a lot of fun.

I’m glad we came back to my house. I feel like I’m really getting to know her much better.

We’ve been relaxing on my sectional sofa, talking about all kinds of random shit. I’ve learned she owns a townhouse that’s only a few miles away from my place. She bought it on her own, so I think that’s pretty cool. I like how she’s self-sufficient and a hard worker.

Sammie reminds me of myself with hockey. I train hard, play the game with all I’ve got, and do everything I can to not only be a great teammate, but also attain my own personal best.

I share all this with her and add, “It’s worked out well so far. Centering the Thunder’s second line is something I’m proud of. I worked for it, and I made it happen.”

She’s quick to agree, “You should be proud, Finn. And, damn, you sure do score a lot of goals. I’ve seen plenty, and many of them were real beauties.”

Wow.

A little thrill runs through me hearing that she knows this about me and has actually watched me score. I’m aware she’sbeen to some games with Ellie, but not everyone pays total attention when they’re in the arena.

I’m happy that Sammie does.

“Do you catch a lot of our games?” I ask. “Like, the ones you don’t go to.”

“Uh-huh.” She nods. “We always have the Thunder games on at work. But I also watch you guys at home when I’m off.”

“Man.” I shake my head. “That is so fucking awesome.”

And fuck, it is.

What’s also awesome is having this amazing woman sitting next to me on the sofa.

Though we’ve been maintaining a safe distance, and clearly on purpose, there’s still a relaxed vibe in play. Sammie ditched her high leather boots a while ago. They’re on the floor, and she has her legs curled up under her.

I’m turned toward her, but leaning back on the arm of the sofa opposite of where she is. This angle has afforded me an excellent view of her long, lean legs.

But that’s not all that has my attention.

I love the way her white blouse is unbuttoned just enough to show off her ample cleavage and sexy black bra. I wish she was down to just that bra and the black boy shorts I noticed she has on under her short plaid skirt.

Then again, no, that would not be a good idea.

How would I even concentrate?

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