Page 159 of Their Greatest Strength

“Go see him, then, baby. Look, Grandpa and Uncle Noah are already over there. You can sit with them and watch,” she suggests, removing her hand from his grip to give him a light push.

He doesn’t bother replying before taking off across the suite. I laugh and listen as Braxton sighs and leans her head against my shoulder.

“Sorry, I swear he doesn’t stop moving,” she says with a sigh, adjusting Annie on her hip.

Ava comes swooping in. “Oh, let me help. She’s getting so big. I can imagine how sore your arm’s getting. Maddox was so heavy as a baby that I had to wear him in a carrier on my back or my arms would ache.”

She waits for a nod of permission from Braxton before slowly easing the little girl out of her arms.

“Thank you, Ava,” Braxton says, stretching her arm out.

“Always, sweetheart.”

I take a look around the giant suite and, of course, get drawn to the bar, where Jamie’s leaning back on a barstool, legs spread wide. His Ottawa jersey is loose on his upper body, but his jeans are tight enough to squeeze his thighs and ass just right. The backward cap he’s wearing is old and frayed, and as he takes it off to flip it around, my core tightens desperately.

He’s sinfully sexy. Every day that we’re together, I seem to grow more and more attracted to everything about him, inside and out.

“How do you suggest I start making Jamie jealous?” I ask, only half-aware of what I’m saying.

The other half of my brain is too busy eye-fucking my husband to comprehend normal thinking.

“Addie,” Gracie whisper hisses in the direction of where her niece is lounging on Cooper’s lap by the ice-facing windows.

The bombshell blonde looks at us past her husband’s shoulder and smacks a kiss on his cheek before rushing over to us.

“You called?”

Her daughter is distracted, too busy smacking the windows beside Liam to notice that her mom has snuck away.

Gracie curls her open arm around her niece and ushers her close. “You’re the only one of us who has no loyalty to a sport, and we need your help.”

“Avery doesn’t either,” Addie points out.

Gracie snorts out a laugh. “Sure, but Oliver will be just as bad as Jamie if Avery starts fawning over a hockey player.”

“Does this have to do with Jamie scowling at the team during warm-ups?”

“Yes. Apparently, I’ve done the unthinkable and chosen hockey over football, and now he’s being a big baby,” I tell Addie.

She smirks, the devious streak in her that everyone always talks about shining through. “Alright. I’m in. Come with me, Blakely. Let’s make some men jealous.”

“I take it you enjoy this particular game?” I ask once we leave the group of women and move to the windows.

“More like I love what comes after. There’s truly nothing like jealous sex.”

Over a year into my relationship with Jamie, and after all the time I’ve spent with his family, it’s still Adalyn who takes me by surprise most often. She has absolutely no filter, and it fits her personality perfectly.

“That is if he’s still jealous by the time we get home tonight,” I say.

“Oh, he will be. Staying here and being forced to watch the rest of this game will only make it worse.”

“That’s a good point.”

She winks. “I know. Now, follow my lead.”

I nod and steal a look in Jamie’s direction, finding Oliver and Tinsley talking to him. My stomach flutters in anticipation.

Addie clutches my arm and gasps dramatically, purposefullydrawing attention. “Look at that one! God, he’s so flexible. Do you think that’s just for the ice or off it too?”

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