Page 309 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Hmmm…” The idea of resting makes me sleepy.

“Kenzie.”

The sound of Armani’s voice pulls me to him as my parents move to give him a chance to talk to me from the side of the bed.

“Armani,” I mutter and pout my lips at his physique. “You lost weight.”

The way he fights a smirk only follows with him leaning over to kiss me very tenderly.

“I wonder whose fault is that?”

“Not mine,” I huff. “If you… followed my meal plan… you… this wouldn’t happen, dummy.”

“My bad, Andrews,” he teases which makes me pout.

He chuckles, and the relief in the sound makes my heart feel happy and vibrant in strength.

“Yes, Nurse Andrews,” he corrects himself. “When you’re better, I’ll get back to that plan.”

“Where’s Muffin?”

“Mittens is with Leo. Doc didn’t want her leaping around the equipment.”

“Hmmm. We didn’t get Snowy yet.”

“Avalanche is waiting for you to recover before making his grand debut,” he reasons and moves a few strands of my hair out of my face. “But you have to rest, Kenzie. It’s going to be a long recovery.”

“Can’t I lie down?” I don’t get why I’m sitting up in the bed.

“Not until the pressure in your head goes down,” Armani admits and looks to my left. “That’s why she’s in this position, right, Wyatt?”

“Yes.”

I glance to my left, acknowledging the stormy blue-eyed man just before he’s peering into my eyes. With relief, he leans over and surprisingly lays his lips firmly on mine. I don’t know how to react at first, but when he moves away, he notices my confusion.

“Xandra, what’s wrong?”

“Um…”

How do I express this?

I’m looking back at Armani as if seeking his help.

He frowns, understanding my confusion but not getting the source of it.

“What’s wrong, Kenzie?” he encourages me to state my mind.

I frown because I don’t know how to word my sentence without it being odd.

“Hey,” Armani speaks quieter now as he grips my chin. “You can speak your mind, Kenzie. Even if it may not make sense at first.”

That eases the pressure of asking my question.

My parents look intrigued as they exchange looks before awaiting what I have to say.

“Well… why aren’t you mad?” I ask.

He looks like he’s not following what I’m asking.

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