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Daniko has a nice bruise forming under his eye, thanks to yours truly.

“I am the pretty gymnast he knocked up,” Briar says suddenly, causing my head to spin. “Do you have something you want to say to me?”

Daniko’s brown eyes widen. “C-congratulations.”

“Thanks.” Briar grins wide.

Joel and Daniko walk away. I lean down and kiss the hell out of Briar. Cheers break out from around our table. When we break apart, Briar is smiling and I am too.

“That felt good,” she says.

“That’s my girl,” Ruby woots.

We all go back to eating and chilling with our friends, but I am on edge wanting to get into Briar’s pants.

I lean into her ear. “How about we head out?”

She nods.

“I’ll go settle our bill,” I whisper.

She reaches into her purse to take out money.

“I got it,” I assure.

“No, I’m paying for my meal,” she insists.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” I ask.

“Because,” she replies.

I let her give me money for her salad because I don’t want to argue in front of our friends. This will have to be a conversation for another time.

I get up to pay at the bar as Daniko is leaving the restroom.

“You got yourself a spitfire,” he says. “She must be good in bed.”

I’m about to sock him but I take a deep breath. “Are you not getting any? Is that the problem here?”

He looks dumbfounded.

I leave Taylor a tip and walk away. I have more important things to attend to.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

Briar

“You’re room or mine?” Aaron asks as we make our way through the front door. He leaned over the console in the car to kiss me the moment he parked on the driveway of the hockey house. Now we are kissing and making our way through the front door.

“Mine, I think we will hear other knocking headboards upstairs,” I point out.

“But everyone will hear us down here when they come home,” he says, which is a solid point too.

“It’s okay, we’ve put up with all their noises, now they can put up with ours,” I declare.

He backs me up into my room and we close the door. “I love seeing my jersey on you, but I need you naked for what I have in mind.” He reaches down to pull the jersey over my head, along with the sweater I’m wearing, leaving me in a bra and exposing the bump in my stomach. Aaron holds my stomach and speaks to Nugget regularly, but he hasn’t seen me naked since I got pregnant.

“Your breasts,” he sighs and looks at them like they are the most perfect things he’s ever seen.

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