Page 65 of On Thin Ice

I waved the hand that he wasn’t still holding in front of my face. “Preggo hormones.”

“I read that they can be a lot right now, but are you sure you’re okay?”

“You’ve been reading a lot, and this is just really nice, Dom. I wasn’t expecting all of this.”

He put his finger under my chin, lifting my face so I could look at him. “Ally, I want you to be comfortable here. This is your home for as long as you want. I know so many things are up in the air, and we’re in for quite an adventure, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re only a guest here, okay?”

I licked my lips and nodded.

His eyes darkened, and I almost moaned when he swiped his finger over my cheek, wiping at my tears. Compassionate Dom was not good for my willpower.

I glanced over at the bed again and spotted a jersey folded up. Actually, two jerseys. “Is this your way of saying I can’t go to the games in my Strikers jersey?” I teased, picking them up. Tremblay was on the back of both of them. The baby one was so freaking adorable, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about wearing his jersey myself.

“You can’t wear Strikers’ gear in the Stampede arena,” he admonished. “I mean, I guessyoucan when they’re playing here.”

I laughed. “Oh, thank you.” The change of topic was just what I’d needed to get control over myself. Kissing this man—or more—right now was not a good idea.

“But my daughter is wearing Stampede gear at all times,” he boasted.

I quirked a brow. “Like twenty-four seven?”

“That would be overkill, right? So maybe just at the arena. And Stampede events.”

“Definitely overkill,” I said, still smiling.

“Do you want help unpacking? Or a snack or something?” He looked around the room. “Did I miss anything you need?”

Apprehensive Dom was stupidly adorable.

“Don’t you have to get ready for your road trip tomorrow?”

“Nah. I’ll throw some stuff in a bag in the morning. I already packed up my suits,” he said. “I’m here for whatever you need. You shouldn’t be lifting anything big anyway.”

I laughed. “I think I can manage putting my own clothes away.” The last thing I wanted was him touching my underwear. Heat spiraled through my body, and I needed to take a breather. “I have to pee,” I blurted out. For once, I didn’t really need to go, but I had to step away from him.

“Uh, okay?”

I wanted to smack my hand against my head as I skirted around him and hurried into the bathroom.

I shut the door and took in the room. Slate gray countertops with double sinks, an oversized tub that I probably wouldn’t be able to get out of at this point, and a large shower with a rain showerhead and a bench seat. As I got closer, I peeked inside the enclosure to see familiar bath products.

“What?” I whispered to no one. Did he seriously have stuff left over from some other woman? But wait, they were my favorite items—my shampoo and conditioner, the sweet pea body wash that had my favorite light scent. I glanced over at the bathroom sink and spotted my toothpaste brand and the skincare products that I used daily.

I rushed to the door and pulled it open, startling Dom, who was heading down the hall toward his room.

“You okay?” he asked.

“You have all of my favorites in here. How? How do you have everything?”

“Darcy gave me a list for that too. I wanted you to have your stuff. You picked up your life and moved here in just over a week. The least I could do was make sure you could instantly feel at home,” he said nonchalantly.

Before I could question myself, I wrapped my arms around his body and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you.”

His arms were around my waist as he hugged me back, and my heart raced.

Dammit, this was not good for my sensibilities.

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