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My heartbeat thuds in my chest. “It was for me too.”

She beams, then reaches down to slowly pull out the dildo. I can’t help but stare. It’s so sexy to watch her.

“It’s getting late. You should probably rest up for the game tomorrow, right?” she says.

I glance at the time, disappointed that she’s right.

“Yeah, I should get to bed soon.” I raise my eyebrow at her. “Will you watch the game?”

Still smiling, she shrugs. “Maybe.”

Fireworks go off inside my chest. I know her rule. Ever since her ex broke her heart, she’s refused to watch hockey ever again.

So the thought that she’s even considering it—that she’s even considering breaking her rule for me makes me feel like one lucky bastard.

I wink at her. “Goodnight, pretty girl.”

She bites her lip and smiles. “Goodnight.”

We hang up, and I get cleaned up. I get ready for bed, the whole time hoping that Bella breaks her rule for me.

Chapter 28

Bella

My eyes go wide as I watch Braden make an incredible dive save in front of the net.

I’m watching the highlights of the Bashers game against the Phoenix Fireballs on my phone during my break at the coffee shop, and I’m in awe.

He’s incredible.

Actually, incredible doesn’t even feel like the right word. Mindblowing is more like it. He’s got the reflexes of a cat. It’s like he can anticipate where the puck goes before it even gets there.

It’s the second period of the game, and he’s managed to only let in a single goal, which is crazy considering how many shots the Fireballs have managed to get past the Bashers defense.

A Fireballs player takes off with the puck, weaving around a Bashers player and making his way to Denver’s net. Braden moves backward, crowding the front of the net. His helmet moves back and forth as he tracks the movement of the puck.

The Fireballs player shoots. It’s so fast that I lose sight of it, but then I see Braden move into the splits. The puck ricochets off his foot and goes flying into the boards, where his teammate Theo takes it and speeds across the ice.

I smile wide, excitement surging through me at just how badass that save was.

“What are you watching?”

I whip my head up, shove my phone in my apron pocket, and look up at Lauren, who’s taking out a bag of trash.

“Nothing,” I say quickly. I grab the bag from her hand and walk over to the dumpster, which is at the end of the alley behind the coffee shop.

“You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things when you’re this far into your pregnancy,” I say to her when I walk back to her.

She tilts her head at me. “It’s the small bag of trash from the bathroom. I think I can handle that.”

“What a save by Braden Blomdahl!” the announcer’s voice booms from my apron pocket. “Incredible! Just incredible!”

I still as Lauren frowns at my apron pocket. “What was that?”

I pull my phone out and darken the screen, annoyed that I forgot to do that in the first place.

It’s a second before recognition flashes across her face. “Wait, are you watching a hockey game?”

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