Page 47 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Coach nods, thinking. “You should bring her to the game on Friday, introduce her to Jade. Jade can help out, give her some support, too. That kid’s a big responsibility for one person alone.”

I feel a sense of relief flood through me. “Thanks, Coach. I’ll do that.”

I leave his office wondering why I hadn’t thought of that myself.

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I unlock the front door and step in, expecting the usual quiet. But today, it’s not so simple. There’s a warm hum from the guest room, and the sight waiting for me freezes me in place.

Savannah stands there, holding Noah against her bare chest, skin-to-skin.

“Uh…” My voice falters. I clear my throat, trying not to stare but failing miserably. She looks up, and her cheeks go pink.

“Oh! I didn’t expect you back so soon.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.

I blink, attempting to keep my focus on her face. “I…uh…practice ended early today.”

Her face lights with understanding. “Oh, got it. Sorry, I know this must look weird.”

She adjusts Noah, making him wiggle, and my gaze shifts to…yeah, a little more side-boob than I’m prepared to handle.

“Uh, yeah, totally normal. I mean…okay, maybe not normal-normal, but…you know,” I mumble. It’s like my mouth’s forgotten how to work, and my brain’s no help.Keep cool! Keep cool!It screams.

She chuckles, looking down at Noah. “I read that new babies do well with skin-to-skin contact. Calms them down.”

My throat’s drier than sand. “Right. Makes sense.”

“Sorry if it’s…awkward,” she adds, biting her lip. “I could put a shirt on over us.”

“No! No, it’s fine.” I hold up my hands, feeling like an idiot. “I mean, you’re doing…whatever’s best for him. You’re being awesome.”

Her eyes meet mine, a soft smile in them. “Thanks, Troy. That means a lot.”

Doesn’t help that I’m fighting off every stupid sexy thought on earth about her in this moment.

“So…” I shove my hands into my pockets, desperate to focus. “I’ve got a game tonight. Thought maybe you’d wanna come?”

She tilts her head. “You’d want me to come?”

“Yeah.” I nod, a little too eagerly. “It’d be fun. Thought you might enjoy it.”

“I don’t know much about hockey,” she admits, a little sheepish. “I’d probably get lost in all the rules.”

“Not a problem,” I grin. “How ‘bout this? I’ll shower, then we can watch a game together, get you up to speed.”

Her smile widens. “I’d like that.”

“Great. Perfect.” I swallow, forcing myself to break eye contact. “I’ll just…yeah, I’ll be in my room.”

I walk away, my pulse hammering louder than it should. When I hit my room, I toss my gear in the corner, then head straight for the bathroom, stripping down on the way.

The moment the water’s on, I step under, letting it pound against my shoulders. But the image of Savannah’s bare skin with Noah in her arms isn’t going anywhere.

Dammit, Troy, get a grip.But my body has other ideas. I lean back, letting the hot water wash over me, and all I can think of is her, standing there looking so…so beautiful and soft and…

I grit my teeth, trying to push the image out of my mind, but it’s useless.

I give in, letting my hand slide down as I think about her. A soft moan slips out as I stroke myself, my mind filled with thoughts of her—her smile, the way she looked at me, the way she held Noah to her chest, so damn close.

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