Page 45 of Enticing

Contagious glee laces every single word, making it really hard to be frustrated with Leo. She’s so happy...

“Well, sissy... ?” Corline puts me on the spot. “Are we going to a hockey game or what?”

I run my thumb over the silver embossed Revolution logo in the center of the card in my hand, then flip it over.

Addie,

I promised you everyone would know you were mine after tonight. I thought this would make my intentions crystal clear, in case there was any question who you’re there to see. Can’t have anyone doubting, now can we, wife?

I kinda like the sound of that.

Leo

Coraline helps Izzy get her jersey on, and my girl spins in a circle. “What do you think? Does it look good?”

“It looks perfect, Izz.” I put Lennox on my shoulder and run my hand over her back. “Guess we’re going to a hockey game.”

If I thought I was nervous earlier, it doesn’t hold a candle to the anxiety building as Coraline and I step off the elevator with the girls. I look around at the hall of private suites and try to ignore the déjà vu. I grew up in this world, and I’ve avoided it like the plague for nearly a decade. I never thought I’d be back in a suite and certainly not wearing another team’s colors.

It feels wrong, except for this small little flicker of a piece that feels incredibly right.

I’m choosing to ignore that little flicker.

Izzy’s excitement grows with each step we take. “This is so cool.”

The awe in her voice breaks my heart.

Maybe one day, I’ll take her to a Bay Hawks game and watch the way her eyes light up. That should have been her first hockey game. But instead of her grandfather or her father taking her... taking care of her, Leo Sinclair is the first man in her life who stepped up, and I’m not sure how to feel about that.

I find the door to suite eighteen and glance back at Cori, desperate for a reason to turn around.

“We can’t watch it from out here,” she teases, and I know she’s right. I might not like it or anything about this for that matter, but there’s no turning back now.

I’m not sure what I expect when we walk in, but it certainly isn’t for all the conversation in the suite to halt. The room that was humming with conversation and laughter just a moment ago now stands completely silent as everyone stares.

Izzy tugs on my hand when I don’t move. “Why are they all staring, Mom?”

Out of the mouths of babes . . .

I squeeze her hand in mine and open my mouth to answer, but before I can, a familiar little blonde with two space buns runs up to Izzy and squeals, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”The girl, I think she’s Leo’s niece Molly, excitedly takes Izz’s other hand and pulls her away from me.

Izz goes without so much as looking back at us.

“Isobel,” I call out. She turns around, already happy and smiling. “Behave.”

The room is full of women and kids, and I swear to God, if Leo threw me to the WAGs wolves, I’m going to kill him.

“Hi,” I say with a shaky voice, and an actual lineup of gorgeous women descend on Cori and me in perfect sync.Fuck me.

Leo

“You’ve got a shit-eating grin tonight, Sinclair. What’d you do?” Ares asks as we both take shots on goal during warm-ups.

“Do I?” When all else fails—deflect.

Guess it’s showtime. I shoot my shot and enjoy the way it sails right past our goalie, Easton’s, shoulder. We’ve got the best goddamned goalie in the league, so you gotta enjoy the shots when you can get ’em.

“You finally get laid, Leo?” Cross asks from my other side.

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