Page 75 of Second Shot

I love you, my heart beats, begging me to say those three simple words. To give him the confirmation that I’mhis.

But he already knows it. And I’m grateful he doesn’t demand thewords.

“I talked with Coach today,” he says, his voice heavy withsleep.

“And?” I twist in his arms, so that my chin is on his chest. “Are we going to be apartment shopping inToronto?”

He chuckles. “I don’t think he hates me thatmuch.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with him alone. I shouldn’thave…”

“Two apologies in one night. That must be a record.” He quirks an eyebrow atme.

I slap his chest lightly. “And you’ll never hear another one from me again if you make a big deal aboutit.”

“Fair enough.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “Actually, he wasn’t as upset as I thought he’d be. He was hurt,but-”

“Hurt? What right does he have-” I try to move away, but he pins me with his heavyarm.

“He’s your father. And you didn’t tell him you had akid.”

“You’re defendinghim?”

“I’m just saying I can understand how hefeels.”

I grunt, wiggling to get away, but he doesn’t letme.

“My bed.” He presses his lips against my forehead. “You promised. Be pissed at me, but don’t runaway.”

I relax slightly, although I’m still frustrated that he would take my father’sside.

“He loves you,Brynne.”

I shrug. “He loves you more. You and that damn team. Alwayshas.”

“You’rewrong.”

“I’mnot.”

He growls against my ear. “Do you always have to have the lastword?”

“Yes.” I smile up at him,grinning.

He sighs, holding me tighter. “You’re a pain in the ass, you knowthat?”

“Yeah, but you love me.” The words are out of my mouth before I even realize what I’msaying.

His gaze narrows, his expression hard and serious. “Yeah. Ido.”

I swallow hard. “Kane…”

I love you,too.

The words stick in mythroat.

“I…”

“One day.” He presses his lips against my forehead. “I’m going to ask you to marryme.”

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