Page 126 of Melting the Ice

“See? You’re welcome, you stud, you.”

I barked out a laugh.

“Too far?” she asked.

“A little.”

She huffed. “Whatever. It’s totally true. And I think I’m done with work anyway. I’ve missed you.” She hopped out of her seat and into my arms.

“Hi, studly Micahtron. That was a great road trip. Four games and three wins. You’re on fire.”

I shook my head at her. “It’s the first month of the season.”

“And that fight four nights ago. Whoo. So hot. Is your hand okay? Bruzzy deserved it after that hit on Xan.”

“I don’t know what’s hotter. You in my arms, your drawings, or when you talk hockey to me.”

“It better be me in your arms,” she said, wiggling her brows.

“Fuck. I love you.” The last six months had been amazing. We still drove each other crazy, and she endlessly teased me, but I’d never felt lighter or happier in my life. We openly talked about our jobs and how much we loved Denver, and we’d settled into a routine that worked for both of us. This was what I’d always wanted. Sure, she kept me on my toes, but I needed that, and my teasing her back had slightly improved.

It was amazing being this ridiculously happy.

“Pretty sure I love you more. Now, how about that welcome home reunion.”

“Great minds think alike.”

Then, I carried her down the hall into our bedroom and showed her exactly how perfect we were together.

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