Page 140 of Over the Moon

“I am. I’d be honored,” I said. “But I need to make it known that Clark and I are very much together. I mean, he probably thinks I’m running away from him after how I behaved when all of this went down, but we’re together. And if that’s a problem, please let me know that now, because I’ll find another place to work if that’s the case.”

A wide grin spread across her face. “I’m so happy to see that you’ve got it as bad as he does.”

I chuckled. “I definitely do.”

“It’s not a problem. I’m sure you can both behave like professionals in the workplace, right?”

I had a brief flashback of the day that Clark dropped down to his knees in my office, and I could feel my cheeks heat, but I shook my head and smiled. “Of course.”

“But how about this… seeing as we put you through hell two days ago. You get to be a little unprofessional for one day and go tell your man that you’re staying on this team. And then you can go back to being a professional tomorrow.” She winked. “I know Wolf needs me to show him a little love after I push him away when I’m upset.”

My head tipped back in laughter. “All right. I’ll try to remain as professional as possible when I tell him the news.”

“Just know that no one is watching or judging,” she chuckled. “Happy you’re staying on board. I’ll have your new contract sent over to your office later today. And we’ll be taking out that ridiculous clause. We’re all grown-ups here.”

I pushed to my feet and shook her hand. “Thank you for everything. I’m so grateful.”

“Of course. I’ll see you later.”

I hurried out of her office, my heart slamming against my chest, and I reached into my bag and pulled out the notebook. I leaned against the wall and jotted down a quick note.

Hey Chadwick,

I’m sorry the last few days have been rough. Thanks for giving me my space. But I thought you should know that I’m still working here…

I’m over the moon for you, Clark Chadwick.

I love you,

Weeze

The doors opened, and I stepped off the elevator, making my way down the long hallway and out to the ice rink.

I wasn’t walking anymore. I was jogging.

Then I was in a full-blown run.

I couldn’t stop myself.

I yanked the door open, just as the buzzer went off, and the guys finished their scrimmage.

I continued running down the stairs toward the door to the ice.

I couldn’t get there fast enough.

I searched the ice for him.

“Hey, Chadwick, I think your girl might be looking for you,” I heard Weston yell out, and I didn’t even care.

I pulled the short door open, remembering I was in heels and slightly uncoordinated, so I held on to the wall and took a few steps, which was not a good idea at all. Before my ass hit the ice, I was scooped up on a whoosh. He hugged me against him, and I didn’t fight him at all.

Because my boyfriend was a hotshot on the ice, and he saw me coming before I could make a fool of myself and fall.

“Hey, Weeze,” he whispered in my ear. “You okay?”

I pulled back, smiling down at him. “I’m okay.”

“Yeah?”

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