Page 267 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Insane how fast time flies,” I agree.

“We need to update your passport,” he reminds me, making me realize that’s the last thing I haven’t updated yet.

“You’re right,” I admit and peer at him. “Why?”

“Moscow, remember?” The way his lips quirk has me fighting not to squeal like a crazy schoolgirl.

Okay, I squeal to a lesser degree.

“We’re actually going to go?” I can’t believe it.

“I don’t go back on my word,” he reminds me. “Told Katherine and Leo. They want to come. Oliver will tag along and may probably bring his girl, which means Mr. Smiley is tagging along. Not sure if he’ll make himself known or not.”

“Mr. Smiley?”

“Nico James Salvatore,” he reveals. “His younger sister is dating Oliver.”

“Wait a minute.” I need a few seconds to think about it. “His family is the one that adopted you and Oliver.”

“On paper, yeah,” he admits.

“Doesn’t that technically make Oliver and his girl stepsiblings? Wait… does that make sense… hmm… I honestly suck at this whole family tree madness. It took me forever to figure out Aunt and Uncle’s connections. I know that probably sounds stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” He squeezes my hand. “I still struggle with that stuff. I guess it’s hard when you don’t have any extended family. Other people have plenty of aunts, uncles, cousins. Their families are huge. When it’s only you and another sibling, the least of my worries is regarding who my aunt or uncle is. All we care about is finding our parents.”

“So, wait,” I whisper. “Your parents are alive?”

“Alive and well,” he admits. “As well as the parents who took us in, thanks to Nico’s involvement. It’s a tad complicated, but Oliver can explain over a family dinner.”

“Alright.” I squeeze his hand in return. “Only if you guys are comfortable with sharing.”

“With you, we are,” he assures me, and we share a loving look before he leans in to kiss me lightly on the lips.

“I have to make sure we get a picture together,” Oscar admits.

“That would be super nice,” I confess. “And a team pic.” I think about it. “Without Winchester. Add Wyatt in there.”

He chuckles.

“We’ll make it happen,” he assures me just as we approach the valet section.

With one last glance at one another, Oscar gives me a loving smile.

“Ready to get this ball over with?”

“Most definitely,” I gleefully declare.

Time to enjoy a night to remember.

* * *

“FIRE!”

I’m walking toward Oscar and Wyatt after group pictures when I flinch at the wrenching screech that has all eyes on a woman pointing to a big screen.

The news channel is on, displaying a far too familiar place up in flames.

The building is on fire.

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