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“What do you think?” I ask Kenzie.

“This is unreal. Probably the best night of my life.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Miles says, taking a seat next to me. Again, that heavenly cologne scent rushes my way and it’s hard not to sniff the air.

“Are you getting a cold?” Miles asks, and my face turns at least ten shades redder.

I shake my head. “No, I just like the smell of your cologne.”

He grins and focuses down on his plate. He also adjusts his legs and presses one up against mine. Um, is there such a thing as combustion in a person? Because all the emotions are building in that direction.

The second period goes by with no action, but the third period is a back and forth scoring match. When it comes down to the final few seconds, we’re all standing as we wait to see what happens. I turn, burying my face into Miles’s polo shirt, unable to watch.

He uses his hand to rub my back, and it’s making it hard to keep my feelings from rising to the surface. A roar goes out amid the crowd, and I turn around, seeing the replay of the shot by Trey Hatch on the big screen.

Kenzie is near tears and I can only laugh. With the rest of the group here, it’s the perfect night out. And the Breeze are one game away from winning the Stanley Cup.

“Are you riding in the limo with us?” I ask Miles, that hope rising in my chest.

Miles shakes his head. “Sadly, I drove. But I can send your brother and sister-in-law home in the limo and you can ride with me if you like.”

Is that hope in his eyes?

I nod. “Sounds like a great plan.”

“If you want, we can stick around and talk to Trey.”

“Yes, please,” Kenzie says, her eyes wide with excitement.

I shake my head and say, “Slow down, Tiger. The poor guy will have to put out a restraining order.”

Our small group laughs but Kenzie brushes it off like it’s no big deal.

“I’m not a stalker. Just an excited fan,” Kenzie says.

We hang out in the suite for a while after the game and then head downstairs. After landing on the main level, Spencer guides us down through the lower level of the arena, talking to Millie.

Miles puts his phone to his ear and says, “Congrats, man.” There’s a pause and then he says, “We have a few people who want to meet you.”

He slips his phone back into his pocket and replaces his hand around my waist, tugging me in closer to him. And I have to say I like it.

A few seconds later, a guy comes out of the tunnel below the rows of seats in a suit, his hair still wet.

“Hey all. I hear I’ve got a fan club. I’m Trey Hatch, nice to meet you all.” He waves and makes his way through the door to reach us.

I glance over at Kenzie to see her reaction. Instead of the giddy excitement from moments ago, she’s stoic, acting like this isn’t a big deal for her. Man, the girl is a decent actress.

“I can sign some stuff for you if you want,” Trey says, glancing around at us.

“That was a great game,” I say, stepping out of Miles’s grasp and reaching a hand out to Trey. “Congrats on the win.”

Trey nods and smiles. “Thank you. We had some great shots. We’re just lucky they fell in when they did.”

I step back, nudging Kenzie with my elbow. Why isn’t she talking?

She gives me a look that has me scurrying back to Miles.

Landon steps forward and starts chatting, but I’m focused on the guy next to me.

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