Page 214 of The Maxwell Brothers
He threw his head back, laughing.
"What? You're hard to resist. You know you are."
"I like hearing it from you."
"And I don't mind repeating it. But you could have more mercy on me. You came into this kitchen half naked, with all those delicious muscles on display. You are not making it easy for me to do the right thing.”
“I can't wait for tonight," he said in a low, sexy voice. "When we’re back home, the game behind us, it's just you and me and nothing else."
"I can't wait either," I whispered. "Now come on. Let's eat some more of this pie. I didn't wake up early for nothing."
We spent another hour together before he had to go to the arena. I had enough time to go home and do some chores for a couple hours before I had to change to go watch the game.
I was on edge the whole time I dressed. I couldn't explain why, but this felt like such a monumental thing. I was so, so happy that Tyler wanted to include me in his life in every way possible. I loved him so very much.
I arrived at the arena ten minutes before the game was about to start. I followed Tyler's instructions to a T, sitting in the area where many other friends and family members of teammates were seated.
I grinned when I noticed Reese, Travis, Luke, and Declan.
“I didn’t know you all were coming,” I exclaimed.
“We didn’t know either,” Travis said.
“It was a last-minute inspiration,” Reese added.
Declan nodded. “We know this is an important game for him.”
I grinned. I’d read about the rivalry between the Chicago Blades and the Seattle Bulldogs. Some reporters jokingly called the “Dogs” the archnemesis.
“I’m going to buy some drinks. Does anyone want anything?” Declan continued.
“I’d like a soda,” I replied.
“I’m coming with you,” Travis said.
“Me too,” Luke added.
Reese stood on her toes, looking at something in the distance. “Okay, I think there isn’t a line to the restroom. I’m going to go fast.”
The four of them left, and I looked around, taking it all in.
A pretty blonde turned to me. "Hey, Kendra, right?" She stood on the row below ours, welcoming me and holding her arms open as if to hug me.
"Hi." I stepped closer, bending at the waist.
She kissed my cheek. "I'm Andrea, Steve's wife. He's the captain."
"Oh, nice to meet you."
"Steve told me to keep an eye on you, but I see that’s not necessary. Nice to meet you."
“And you,” I said, looking around. "It's so full."
"Of course, it's one of the most important games of the season. And the boys are so on edge."
"They are, right?"
"Yeah. They've been training more than usual. But they kicked ass last year, and I'm sure they'll kick ass this year as well."
