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She glanced at Wyatt who nodded. “Sure. As soon as we get changed, we’ll be at your game. We have to be back at six to get ready.”

“Just enough time to watch us kick some ass.” Archer set her down then brushed a kiss over her lips before stepping back for Brody and Cam.

Sasha accepted their kisses, then allowed Cam and Wyatt their moment together. That was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen. She fanned herself while giggling like a little girl as the guys walked away and she went toward the locker room so they could get out of their costume and into street clothes.

“I think I’m in love with you and Cam,” Wyatt said, when they stepped into the changing space.

“Oh yeah?” she murmured. “You think so?”

He nodded. “Please put me out of my misery and tell me you feel the same.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ve been in love with you since our first year together. I think we’re stuck together permanently.”

Relief and excitement pooled in those mercury eyes of his. “You’re not upset about Cam and me?”

“Never,” she replied. “I think we’re a unit, you know? I don’t want to label us. Is that okay?”

Wyatt nodded. “Better than okay. I can’t wait to call you my girlfriend in public.”

Sasha laughed. “Well, boyfriend, I need a shower and a tub of nachos. A beer too.”

Wyatt snorted. “After our competition, I’ll feed you all the nachos and beer you can consume.”

“Swear?” Sasha hedged.

“You know it.”

CHAPTER 11

They arrived at the rink where the hockey friendlies took place. The US Men’s team was already on the ice warming up. Archer, Brody, and Cam stood to the side, talking to each other while the others skated or went through their warmups. Each position the players lowered themselves into targeted a distinct set of muscles.

Some days, she missed that. Being out there. Padded up. Stick in hand. Wind in her hair and a puck at her skates.

“You would’ve made an amazing forward,” Wyatt murmured, wrapping his arm around her from behind. “You’d have kicked ass and taken names.”

“Yeah,” she whispered wistfully. “But I wouldn’t have met you. I can’t thank you enough, Wyatt. You gave me a chance when you could have burned the world down. I love you, too.”

He pressed his lips to her temple. “We’re meant to be, me and you.”

“We’re taking home the gold tonight,” she said, staring at Archer. “This is just the beginning.”

“That’s my girl.” He hugged her tight, inhaling. “Let’s get to our seats so we can relax. We have one game to cool down, then we have to be on the ice at six.”

“Right.” She waved to the guys as they took their seats close to the glass. Sasha wouldn’t say winning the first round of the competition came with perks, but the minute she and Wyatt showed their badges at the entrance to the rink, they received VIP status, which included the good seats. “They look like they’re in the zone.”

“Relaxed and focused,” Wyatt agreed. “Should be interesting.”

By the time the puck dropped, they were dancing in their seats, waiting for the guys to get going. Every so often, a young girl would come up for an autograph or a photo and Sasha obliged, as did Wyatt. She’d always had hopes she’d make some little girl or boy proud or put them in a pair of skates. Ice dancing was just a different version of her goal now.

The buzzer sounded, and Archer raised his stick. She’d been so lost in her thoughts; she missed him making a goal. Sasha cheered, banging on the glass to show her support. Archer told her the game would bore her since it was the Japanese Men’s team. She didn’t care. It’d been ten years since she watched the guys in action. “Do it again!”

Up and down the ice they went. The slam of body checking into the boards rattled her teeth, but it was still the best part of the game. As much as Archer said it would be a blowout, Japan only needed three goals to catch team USA. With one more period left, it could happen. She never counted anyone out of the competition.

“This is wild,” Wyatt yelled over the blaring music. “I’ve never experienced anything so electric before.”

“You’re a professional skater,” she replied. “That’s kind of hard to believe.”

“This is lightning in a bottle,” Wyatt said, scooting closer to her. “I only wished I had super fans like they do. Every play is... Phantasmic!”

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