Page 26 of Sven

“Yeah... well, the second I found out, I went and got her nursery put together.”

There was something in his voice that hadn’t been there before, but she didn’t know what it was.

“It’s really beautiful.”

He just gazed at her with an almost wistful look in his eye and gave her a small nod. “Thank you.”

“Have you decided if you are going to stay here full time or just road trips?”

“Oh, umm, just road trips.”

“Okay, I’ll show you the guest room.”

They left the nursery, and she stopped for one last look at the morning sun cast a warm glow over the room. For being just put together, it was beautiful. It made her think even more about Winnie’s mother, who Sven had said nothing about except she was on the trip.

She walked into the room, which was nice—generic but nice. A Pack ’N Play sat in the corner. That seemed odd, but they quickly moved on.

“The closet just has some spare bedding. Please feel free to use it. Treat this as your own room, and I’ll do the same.”

“Oh, thank you.”

They continued the tour, but the rest was pretty basic, from the front office to the entire gym downstairs.

“Do you want to see the pool house just in case?”

“Oh, sure,” she said as she followed him outside.

As she passed the coat rack, she reached for her jacket.

“It’s just across the yard,” he said like she was crazy for grabbing it.

“It’s only like forty degrees outside.”

He just shrugged.

Hockey players, she thought as she shook her head.

Her Alabama body could never.

He slipped his feet into a pair of slides as he opened the patio door.

“You’re not wearing a shirt.”

“Nope, like you said, it’s a balmy forty degrees,” he said, wagging his eyebrows at her.

She smiled and shook her head as she pulled her coat around her.

He walked quickly over to the pool house, entered a code into the touchpad, and went inside.

When she entered, she was surprised. It was a sunny, well-decorated living room. They had walked into with a small kitchen and eating area on one side and a small bedroom on the other.

“Wow, this is really nice.”

She turned to him as he blew into his hands and rubbed them together. “Cold?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answered back with a grin.

Somehow, her eyes glanced down at his nipple that looked ready to cut glass. Fuck. Why was she looking at her boss’s nipples? Thankfully, when she glanced back up, he was taking in the space.

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