“I like this song,” he says.
He begins to sway, dancing with me in his under-construction kitchen while we’re both barefoot and I’m only wearing his shirt.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Dancing with you.”
“Why?”
“BecauseIwant to.”
A flash of an old memory comes back. He told me he’d catch his parents doing this all the time in their kitchen. I know he spent the last six years trying to distance himself from anything that resembled their relationship, so him saying this is somethinghewants to do feels a bit bigger and more important than simply swaying in his kitchen together.
“Was the call that bad?”
His jaw flexes before he nods to tell me yes.
“She’s upset with you because of me.”
“I don’t care, Hallie.”
“But you should. I know how important she is to you.”
“Of course she is. But I also let her feelings sway mine for six years longer than they should’ve. I’m finally doing what I want.”
“Rio.” I toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. “She hates me.”
“I think we both know it’s not actually you that she’s angry with.” He lets that truth hang in the air for a while before he adds, “I’m not letting anyone ruin this again. Not her and not me. Please don’t worry about it. I think she’ll come around one day and if she doesn’t, well, that’s her own problem. But I’m not fucking this up again.”
I want to argue back and remind him that there’s no way in hell that he’s going to be okay for long if his mother is opposed to us being together. He respects her too much to allow this rift between her and the woman he’s seeing. I just hope that one day, I’ll get the chance to change her opinion of me.
“Hallie,” Rio whispers, still dancing slowly with me in his kitchen. “Are we doing this? You and me. Because I’m all in.”
I laugh lightly. “I thought last night kind of answered that.”
“I’d really like to hear you say it, to make sure I’m not assuming anything here.”
He has this sweet, pleading look in his eyes as he waits for my confirmation.
“You’re not assuming anything.” I pull him down to kiss me. “I’m all in too. It’s you and me.”
Againis what I’m tempted to say, butfor goodfeels more accurate.
Chapter 35
Rio
Age 20
“I decided I’m going to enter the NHL draft this year.”
I’ve been waiting to tell her until I got to see her in person, and apparently, the moment we collapsed onto my bed together, tangled limbs and hard-earned breaths, was the opportunity I saw fit.
Hallie rolls onto her stomach, propping her naked body on my bare chest to look at me. Wide eyes and a big smile on her lips. “You are?”
I push her long, messy hair behind her ear. “I know it’s earlier than I originally planned, but my agent feels like it’s the right time. Worst-case scenario if I don’t get picked up, at least I still have two more years I can play here.”
“You’re going to get picked.Early, I bet. The amount of attention you’ve had from scouts this season is wild.”