Page 71 of Faking It with my Hockey Crush

“Are you trying to say ice skaters aren’t smart?” I challenge her.

She shrugs and continues with that beaming smile on her face.

“Remind me again, which of us can speak fluent Italian?”

“Oh, will you ever let that go?” Emma huffs dramatically.

I chuckle and gaze over at her. “I can’t do that, darling. It’s one of the things that got you to marry me.”

She smiles then, a light blush on her cheeks, the wind tugging at her hair, and her beauty radiating out of her.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” I sigh.

“Then I must be the luckiest woman,” she replies.

“Skates,” Lily cries.

And Emma and I burst into laughter.

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