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"Thanks," I murmured, squeezing her back. When we parted, she was practically glowing with happiness.
"My phone's blowing up with messages from my skating students," Coco told us. "They're all obsessed with you guys. Specifically, they want to know if Cam's as dreamy in person." She winked at Cam. "I told them he's okay."
"Just okay?" Cam clutched his chest in mock offense. "I'm wounded."
"Your ego will recover," Logan assured him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Nice press conference hijacking, by the way. Very dramatic."
"I learned from the best," Cam replied, nodding toward me.
My phone buzzed again with an incoming call from a number I didn't recognize. When it immediately rang again after sending it to voicemail, I sighed and answered.
"Lana Decker."
"Ms. Decker, this is Jess Riley from Sports Illustrated. I'd love to schedule – "
"Hi Jess. It's a little crazy around here today as you can probably imagine, but if you give Katie a call, she can put something on the books." She thanked me and I hung up, only for my phone to immediately ring again.
I immediately texted Katie:Yes on SI andshot Cam a look of exasperation. "I may need to turn this off for a while."
"Do it," he encouraged. "The world can wait."
My office door swung open again, this time revealing Pietro, Miller, and Nick, all grinning like idiots. "You guys broke the internet," Pietro informed us, scrolling through his phone. "And also my mom called to ask if I could get your autographs. Both of you. She's making a scrapbook. And she wants a wedding invitation. Please don't make me bring her as my plus-one."
"Tell her we'd be honored," Cam laughed.
"Also, Coach Sully wants you to know that any reporter who tries to get into the locker room today will be escorted out personally. By him." Pietro grinned. "I think he's kinda enjoying playing bodyguard."
Miller nodded. "He's all grumpy-proud, like when we won the Cup but he didn't want to admit he was emotional."
Nick, our typically stoic goaltender, simply gave us a thumbs-up. "Took you long enough," he said before wandering back out.
After they left, I turned to Cam with a laugh. "I can't decide if we're going to get any work done today."
"Probably not," he admitted, reaching for my hand. The sapphire on my finger caught the light, reminding me of all the questions still hanging between us.
As if reading my mind, Cam said, "About Montreal… "
The door opened yet again, this time revealing my brother. Zayne stood there looking simultaneously uncomfortable and pleased, which for him was practically exuberant.
"Z," Cam said, straightening slightly. Despite everything that had happened, there was still that moment of uncertainty – the decade-long fear of disappointing his best friend.
Zayne crossed the room in three long strides and, to my utter shock, pulled Cam into a rough embrace. "Took you long enough," he said gruffly, echoing Nick's sentiment. When they parted, Zayne looked at me. "You okay, Lan?"
I nodded, my throat suddenly tight with emotion. "Yeah. I'm good."
"Good." He cleared his throat, clearly reaching his emotional expression limit.
Katie poked her head inside my office. “Um, your nine-o-clock is still here. I’m so sorry I forgot to cancel her meeting on Friday with everything going on.”
“Totally understandable. Sorry. Who am I meeting with again?”
She stepped inside, closingthe door behind her and whispered, “The romance author? She’s doing research?”
“Right, right, right…” I said, shaking my head to focus. “Send her in.”
I looked at Zayne and Cam, “Stay a minute please guys, help me smooth this over.”
Cam and Zayne nodded in unison,
