Page 64 of One Pucking Destiny

I leap at her and land on the bed. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I tickle her sides.

She snuggles up against me and rests her face on my chest.

“If I bought you a car, would you accept it?”

“Hell no.” She bolts up. “Don’t you dare, Sebastian Calloway. I’m serious. It’s bad enough I have to live in the Garden of Eden.” She motions toward the flowers.

I squint my eyes. “You are a little brat.”

She giggles. “I’m kidding. The flowers are super sweet, but please don’t buy me a car. That’s way too extravagant for an occasional booty call.”

I pull her back down against me and kiss the top of her head. “You know you’re more than that, right?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Is there anything you want to do this weekend?” I ask.

“Whatever you want.”

“Okay. How about we pick back up on our Marvel marathon, order in lots of delicious food, and experience lots of orgasms.”

She releases an audible grin. “I think that sounds perfect.”

“Me too.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

ARI

The year has flown by, thanks to my class schedule, volunteer hours, and Bash’s visits. Since he dropped by in March, he’s been stopping by every two weeks. He can usually only stay a night due to our crazy schedules, but even that is beginning to feel like too much. I’m starting to rely on his visits, and this thing we have going on between us is feeling less and less like a hookup and more like a relationship. When it comes to Bash, I’m confused about a lot of things, but there’s no question that I don’t want to take anything deeper than it already is. In fact, it would probably be best to pull back on the reins.

My final year of school is going to be brutal. As busy as I am now with my volunteer hours, it’snothing compared to the school’s clinicals. The last year of my degree is the most important. I’m going to be doing everything from diagnosing illnesses to performing surgeries. It’s crucial that I’m focused and taking in every bit of information I can so that when I graduate, I can be the best veterinarian I can.

Today is game five of the Stanley Cup finals at our home arena. If the guys win tonight, they’re the Cup champions. If they don’t, they move on to game six in Vancouver.

I think I would actually be considered a hockey fan at this point. I look down at my number 18 jersey, belonging to Beckett, and smile. I’m actually looking forward to the game.

Prior to Bash, I’d barely sat through an entire sporting event in my life. During one of his weekend visits, he insisted that I learn the game, stating that my mom is a big part of the organization, after all. We spent a weekend watching hockey with Bash commentating. Seeing the game through his eyes was thrilling. It’s hard not to love something that he loves so much. His joy is infectious.

Now that I understand what’s going on, I enjoy it.

My very pregnant mom hurries into the kitchen and grabs her purse off the island countertop. She riffles through the bag. “Have you seen my keys?”

“Yeah, I saw them over by the bowl of bananas.”

“I always keep them in my purse. Why would they be by the fruit bowl?” She retrieves her keys from the other side of the kitchen.

“Probably that pregnancy brain.” I scoff.

“Ugh. You’re right. It’s the worst. Last week, I drove to work in my slippers.”

“Ma, maybe you should sit this one out. You’re due to pop any minute. The PTs can handle it.”

She shakes her head. “No, this is my job. I’m fine. As long as the little one stays inside me, I’m working. Plus, I want to be there. This could be the night that Beckett’s dream comes true.”

“You can still be there. But go as a wife, just sit and enjoy the game. Don’t work.” I slide my feet into my tennis shoes and tie them up.

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