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“Just saving the world from total annihilation,” Dom says.

She looks at the pizza and wing boxes on the table in the game room. “Rowan, you never have to bring food over; I’ll always feed you. I made soup tonight.”

“Dom said it was amazing. I’ll remember that next time.”

She beams at Dom. “You really liked it, babe? I thought you might not have.”

“It was fantastic, as always. My baby can cook.”

Tess gives him a warm look and then turns back to me, her expression serious. “Don’t let him stay up all night again.”

“I’m leaving at nine.”

“You should stop playing at nine, too,” she tells Dom.

“I will.”

She closes the door and as soon as it clicks shut, he mouths to me, “I won’t.”

I don’t pick up the conversation about Cam because it won’t go anywhere good. Dom should know me better than he seems to. I guess he’ll just have to see for himself that when the time comes, I won’t hurt Cam.

CHAPTER THREE

Cam

Rowan takesone look at my short-sleeved yellow button-up dress shirt, striped tie, men’s dress pants, huge glasses and short, floppy wig with a part down the middle and busts out laughing.

“Dwight Shrute?”

I smile at him. “And let me guess, you’re Sal.”

He takes a step back, puts his hands on his hips and pops one hip out. He looks ridiculously awesome in his dark, bell-bottom pants, floral-patterned dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, a fake carpet of black chest hair showing, and a thick, stick-on, black handlebar mustache.

“Did Sal know you guys were doing this?” I ask.

“Yeah, he loves it. No attention is bad attention to him.”

Dom and Tess’s party is in full swing. Tess has their house decorated with fake spiderwebs and life-sized horror villains like Pennywise and Jason Voorhees. Witches on brooms and bats hang from the ceiling and strobe lights flash in time with the music, the regular lights off in every room for effect.

I just got here because Tate had a hockey game this afternoon. He’s still so young and new to the game that he’s learning to skate more than anything, but my heart melts every time he looks up in the stands and finds me and Sam, his face lighting up when he sees that we’re watching him.

We had to race home after the game and get the boys’ bags packed for the party at the Foxes’ house. Beau’s parents are the unofficial Coyotes team grandparents, and they always include my boys in the parties they host for the players’ kids. Sam and Tate were practically bouncing with excitement on the drive over there because they always have so much fun.

“Even dressed like Dwight, you’re still beautiful,” Rowan says.

My stomach does a somersault. “You’re sweet, thanks.”

“I like that you went for something funny instead of just going as a sexy nurse or whatever.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Yeah, I wouldn’t make a good sexy anything.”

His gaze rakes down my body and then up again before he leans in close and whispers in my ear, his warm breath giving me goose bumps.

“Now that’s not true at all. You’d be so sexy that you would’ve barely made it through the front door before some other guy swooped in and stole you away from me.”

I keep my expression impassive, not letting on that my core temperature just went up a few degrees. “Have you recently completed a course in flattery? Because this is textbook stuff here.”

He grins. “I’m just trying to lock in that date. When did you say you’re available?”

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