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But I have Jazlyn. We’ll make it through whatever life throws at us, because she’s my endgame now.

The rest of theFashion on Icefundraiser goes flawlessly. We model our jerseys, let fans bid on the silent auction and Jace even performs a song at the end as a special surprise for the fans. After the show ends, we spend the next hour signing autographs. It’s only when I look toward the back of the arena that I see Alex with her arms crossed, her face resolute.

Jaz meets me at the door in the wall and glances at Alex. “She looks positively livid tonight.” Then she gives me a smile, because no matter what happens now, we pulled off something amazing.

“I think Alex needs one more reason to hate us,” I suggest, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, really? What’s that?” Jaz asks with a grin.

“Kiss me,” I say in a low, urgent voice.

Instantly, Jaz jumps into my arms, kissing me hard on the lips as I spin her around on the ice.

If Alex hated seeing us together before, she’sreallygoing to hate this.

I tangle my fingers in her hair as she sweeps her arms around my neck, tugging me closer. My lips consume hers, hungrily, eagerly, without any embarrassment.

Whatever happens after tonight, I know one thing: We’ve already won.

Epilogue

THREE MONTHS LATER

Jaz

As I place another picture frame into the packing box, I glance around my closet office. No more cramped, dark troll cave.

But I’m also going to miss the sweet memories, like the time Brax brought me dinner for our first date. Or the many times he bumped into me and reminded me there are advantages to small spaces.

Brax peeks his head through the door. “How’s the packing going?”

I wave my hands around the mostly empty office. “Good, but strange. It just feels really empty and lonely.”

“The empty part I can’t fix.” A slow smile curves across his lips as he slides his hands to my waist, and skirts them across my lower back, tugging me toward him. “But the lonely part? I can most definitely help with that.”

Then he presses kisses in a trail along my cheek, all the way to my weak spot next to my earlobe.

“Keep doing that,” I murmur. “And I’m never going to finish packing.”

Hesteals the stack of papers from my hands and growls, “You didn’t need these anyway.” And then tosses them over his shoulder so they float to the floor.

“Brax,” I weakly protest, “we’re supposed to be cleaning up. Not making me a hot mess.”

“But I’m so good at making you a hot mess,” he murmurs between kisses.

He finds that spot by my earlobe again, and my eyes flutter closed. “Yes,toogood.”

Thanks to Brax, I wouldn’t notice if a jumbo jet landed in my office right now.

He pulls away gently, sweeping a hand across my cheek. “We have a new office to make memories in.”

I link my hands behind his neck. “Brendan’s uncle is officially my favorite person now that he bought the team. Moving into Tom’s office is going to feel like such sweet revenge.”

“Tom got what he deserved,” Brax mutters. “Rafael Marco doesn’t want a tightwad who’s going to control the purse strings. It’s not that he doesn’t want to make money. But he’s more interested in building somethinggreat.”

When Brendan’s uncle Rafael saw the team’s infectious spirit at the fundraiser, his interest was piqued. Then he watched the Crushers win a few games, and he was sold on the idea of adding the team to his collection.

“It didn’t hurt that our fans threatened a massive boycott of Alex’s proposed plan,” I add, feeling a little smug that we toppled the Ice Queen off her throne.

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