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“I didn’t have to. I happen to have infinite access to the notebook.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“I hope so.”
Our gazes connect, and I’ve never felt more listened to. I’ve also never felt so comfortable letting someone see inside me.
I hope so, too.
It’s terrifying even to let that thought run through my mind because things have been great—but there’s still time for things to go to shit.
And they do often go to shit.
“Don’t,” he says, throwing a piece of popcorn at me.
I try to catch it in my mouth, but miss. “Don’t what?”
“Get out of your head.”
“I’m not in my head,” I lie.
“You’re questioning everything. It’s like you have a button in your head that turns on when things go too smoothly.” He leans forward. “Stop expecting things to crumble. Expect them to go right.”
I frown. “But things do crumble.”
“Not when they’re built right.” He stands and plants a kiss on the top of my head. “I gotta go take care of a few things at the Brewer Group offices. I might be a few hours.”
I nod. “Call me later.”
“Of course. See ya, gorgeous.”
“Bye.”
With a simple smile that I feel in the depths of my heart, he walks out.
But he does leave the popcorn.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Tate
I grip the steering wheel and hit the ramp toward home.
The dark sky is filled with millions of silver stars. The air is a perfect seventy degrees. I feel lighter, happier than I’ve felt in a long damn time.
I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
How did I get so lucky to find a woman who’s as brilliant as she is beautiful?
Gannon’s announcement has rolled around in my head nonstop. At first, I was certain I’d just cash out and go home. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized an opportunity was in front of me, and I’d be remiss to discount it altogether.
Hockey isn’t my thing, but business is my jam. I also happen to love the idea of wiping everything Reid fucking Brewer created and starting something new—something I built, something I could make successful if for no other reason than spite.
He never thought I’d make anything out of myself. Out of all the kids, maybe besides Renn, he disliked me the most. So an opportunity to do something he couldn’t do in a world he created? It’s at least worth a consideration … and that’s without considering Aurora.
I wasn’t sure what her response would be when I asked her how she would recreate the hockey team if given a clean slate. I wanted to gauge her interest without putting her on the spot—really feel out the possibility of working together on something of this magnitude.
If it works, how special would that be?
