Page 60 of One Night With You

“Have you met my family? There’s no modesty in us at all. That’s the whole point.”

“I wonder how long this outdoor skating rink is going to be going for?” I asked. “Maybe I can take the niece and nephew out here.”

“It should be open for a few more months. We haven’t even hit the cold part of winter yet.”

I shuddered since it was actually cold right now. And would probably stay cold through at least March. We had been known to get snowstorms in June before.

“They’ll probably be better at ice skating than me.”

“You’re doing great. Just lean into me. I’ll catch you this time.”

“I love that you qualified it this time. And yes, maybe I’ll bring the kids out, and Hudson too. He needs to get out of the house.”

“He doing okay?”

I shrugged as we continued around the oval rink. “I think so. I mean, I don’t really know if you ever get over that kind of grief, but more go through it. So it’s always going to be there for him. But he has the kids and loves his job.”

“He’s a talented artist, I can’t wait to actually get my tattoos.”

“Oh yes, you had to postpone it right?”

“For Eddie, and then well, I’m going to continue to wait until we know more about Buckley.”

I squeezed his hand and knew that we were all waiting for news about Buckley.

“Well, we’ll just keep waiting. I want to get a tattoo as well, but I don’t know who to go to. Everyone has such a long waiting list.”

“Are you at least on the random waiting list?” he asked.

“I am. For the Legacy shop. Not the one down in Colorado Springs or in Downtown Denver. But for Hudson’s.”

“Would you have him do your tattoo?”

“Not for this one. I want one around the scar when it’s ready, and I think it would be too much for both of us if it was him.”

“All of them are trained to work with scarred flesh.”

“Thankfully. They’re all great at what they do. So maybe I’ll just go with random and get whoever I get.”

“So a Montgomery will be doing your tattoo then. Sounds like a plan.”

“You do realize that Nick isn’t a Montgomery, right?”

“He’s married to a Montgomery, best friends to a Montgomery, and works with them. He’s one of us now.”

“That’s a little worrying,” I said with a laugh.

“Yes, but we can’t help it.” We continued around the oval a couple of more times, before my legs started to burn, and we went for hot chocolate. Of course Kingston was fine and didn’t look tired at all.

I was the one that needed a breather, so I was grateful when he spoke first.

“What do you say to dinner?” he asked, as we made our way to his SUV.

“I’m honestly starving, but I think this hot chocolate may fill me up.”

“I think I have a joke about that, but I’m just going to hold back.”

I rolled my eyes. “You do realize that I grew up with a brother, right? I can dirty talk just as much as you.”

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