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“It's nice having him stand up for you, isn't it?” Lance asked.
“I could definitely get used to this,” I giggled.
“Well boys, ready to go?” Lance asked. The two others nodded. “You stay here, Ella, and wait for Radar.”
“Where are you guys going?”
Lance and his teammates smiled like a trio of trouble-makers. “I heard this Matthew guy is a big fan of mine, right? I just wanna pay a fan a little visit.”
“Don't do anything stupid,guys. Heisa lawyer, don't forget.”
“We won't do anything illegal,” Shea said.
Chapter 34
The Tour
Radar
I threw my gear in my bag as fast as I could and nearly ran out of that rink. I couldn'twaitto see Ella.
I found her smiling at the entrance, waiting for me. The space between us was sosmallnow butughI couldn't wait until we were together …
She jumped in my arms, and I kissed her like I hadn't seen her inyears. Because even though it was only seven days, it felt a whole heck of a lot longer.
“That was soawesome,” she squealed. “He got what he deserved.”
“C'mon, let's go,” I said, putting a possessive arm around her waist.
We hurried out of the arena, where I had a car already waiting.
“I thought you were joking when you said you were going to come clobber that moron,” she said.
“No way. That guy was a total dick to you. Besides, I told you it was on my bucket list, didn't I? I'm a man of my word.”
“Apparently you are!”
I opened the car door for her and slid in after her. She gave the driver her address, and off we went to her place.
“I've been thinking about you all week, Ella,” I told her. “I haven't been able to get you out of my mind.”
She smiled, so sweet and innocent. It was that same lovely smile that wrenched at my heart; the same one I fell in love with when we first met back at the condo.
“I've been waiting all week for this, too,” she admitted quietly.
With the driver's eyes on the road, Ella climbed into my lap. Our lips met, and we showed each other just how bad we missed each other.
After a car ride across Manhattan, we arrived at her building. We took the elevator up to the 50thfloor. She unlocked the door and we stepped in.
“Nice place,” I said.
“Thanks, but it's small. Here's the tour: living room, kitchen, and that's Eucalyptus.” She pointed at the cat who perched proudly, almost arrogantly, on top of the coffee table. Hell, he almost looked like he was sizing me up—and he wasn't impressed by what he saw.
“So this is my competition, eh? I think he hates me already,” I laughed.
“He'll come around to you.”
“Think so?”
