Page 18 of The Merriest Christmas

"In what way?"

"Funny how you claim to hate it when you used to love it so much."

Seaver's mint went in as well.

"Things change," I said, sinking another mint.

"Not that much," Seaver retorted.

His next toss was good.

Now, we were tied.

"Two and two," he said.

"You're keeping score?" I laughed.

"Yeah, and I know you are too."

"Was not."

My next mint pinged off one of Toby's teeth, and I frowned.

"That's too bad," Seaver said.

His next one went in.

"The Emilia I used to know was very competitive."

"Well, she's gone now," I said, missing my next throw as well.

"Shame," he said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Seaver's next mint went in easily."I miss her."

"Well, I don't," I said.

"But you want to know what I think?"

"Not really."

Another miss.

I cursed.

"I think under all this hostility is a woman who still loves hockey," he said.

I scoffed."You would think that."

"She's just angry."

Turning to him, I narrowed my gaze.

"And I think she missed me too," he finished.

Pissed.I was so pissed.

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