Page 83 of My Pucking Perfect Goalie

“That is, without a doubt, the greatest comeback in Stanley Cup history,” Lola announces.

“For once, I actually believe you,” Fallon mumbles, her hand against the glass as she looks down at the rink. Brett has both his arms in the air, and he’s looking right up at the box.

When I find Sam, I realize he’s looking up, too. His eyes are right on me, and I can’t wait any more—I need to go to him.

“Can someone tell me how to get down there?” I ask, pushing out of my seat.

Lola and Fallon burst out of their seats, clamoring over one another. We hurry to the elevator.

“Oh, I just love a good reconciliation!” Lola says as she jams her finger into the button.

My heart thuds as the elevator doors close. I can only hope Sam does, too.

Sam

“Where the hell are you going, Braun?” Coach calls after me. I’ve already ripped my helmet off, and I’m on the bench, pulling at my laces.

Brett watches me, his mouth open, “They’re about to announce MVP.”

“I don’t care,” I say, sparing a moment to glance up at them. At the stunned, pissed look on Aldine’s face, I add, “Sorry.”

The moment I have the skates off my feet, I scramble for my bag, looking desperately under the bench for my shoes.

“Sammy,” someone says, and I turn to see Harper leaning over the wall, a bright smile on her face. At first, my chest tightens when I think that I might have to deal with this right now—when Finn isright there, in the box—but Harper holds my shoes out to me.

“Go get her,” she says, “I saw them leaving the box.”

I blink at her, wondering how she knows about me and Finn, but there’s no time to clarify. I grab the shoes from her, then pause for a moment, the words stuck in my throat.

“Harp, I—”

“Don’t waste time!” she says, waving her hands at me. “Go!”

Jolting, I laugh and shove my feet into the shoes, then through the tunnel and toward the locker rooms. The crowd is generally confused, watching me exit before they’ve even brought out the trophy, but I don’t care.

For the first time in my life, I don’t care about my performance. About how good I am. HowgreatI am.

I know I did a great job. I left it all out on the rink tonight, and now I’m racing toward the thing that really matters.

When I round the corner, I nearly smash into a small woman wearing a Rangers jersey. I blink, realizing its Devon’s wife. Ofcourse it is—she’s always wearing the wrong jersey. Apparently, it’s good luck.

“Lola,” I say, breathless. “Do you know—”

But Lola, looking giddy, just steps to the side, revealing Finn standing there, her lips slightly parted. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Everything except her falls away.

“Finn,” I say, and everything floods into my brain at once—I’m sorry, I want to talk, I want to figure this out, Iwant you.

But she speaks first.

“Sam,” she says, voice quiet, so impossibly soft coming from this confident, brazen woman. “I’m pregnant.”

At first, I don’t process the information. It floats over my head, my brain still too overwhelmed with the simple fact of her,here, to digest it.

Then, all at once, it hits me.

“Finley,”I say, her name coming out in a single breath. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me, but not too tightly. “That is the best news I haveevergotten.”

“Sam, I—”

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