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“Maggie, just so you know, I plan to try your patience and test your sanity for the rest of your life.”

“Good.” She squeezes my neck. “Just remember, two can play at that game.”

I groan, and she laughs. I find that spot under her ribs and make her do it again. We can play whatever game she wants. I’ve already won.

Chapter 58

MAGGIE

“Nooooo.” Shane’s whiskers brush against my neck as he tries to kiss me awake. Waking this way is sooooo much better than his big hands pushing me out of bed. Maybe if I keep protesting, he’ll keep going.

“Maggie, it’s noon,” his deep raspy voice breathes into my ear.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to keep pretending not to hear you.”

His smile presses against my neck as he kisses my shoulder, his hands wrapping around my middle. He flips me on top of him, my eyes snap open, and he laughs.

I rest my head against his chest as his arms come around me, surrounding me with his warmth.

A second later, I pop up. “Did you say it’s noon?”

“Yeah.”

I roll off of him, wincing at the pain that shoots up my leg. Shane snatches me right back.

“I promised Mark I’d be at the game. He gave me field passes and seats in the box. I even stopped and bought all of the team gear. We’re not missing it, especially now that I can go with my amazingly hot husband and show all those hussies that used to shove their boobs and mostly naked bodies in your face that you’re all mine.”

Shane groans. “Can’t we just stay here, and you can show me I’m all yours?”

His hand runs up my bare spine, and I can’t help the sigh that escapes my mouth. He rolls us over and moves his upper body to hover over me, caging me in.

“Grizz, this is important to Mark.”

“I think he’ll understand we have better things to do.”

I whimper as he tries to convince me. “He came to my show last night. I don’t want to leave him hanging. As much of a showboat as he is, I think he’s more sensitive than anyone would ever guess.”

Shane’s head drops to my pillow like he knows I’m right. “There’ll be photographers and press and people everywhere. They're going to ask about us and the playoffs and….”

I turn my head to kiss his jaw, and he turns, finding my lips. I bite his bottom lip ever so lightly, and he growls as I grin.

“Grizz, we can’t hide out forever. You’ll have to get used to all this with coaching, and who cares what people ask about us. We don’t have to answer anything we don’t want to. I still want to keep the kids out of it as much as possible. Wherever Cole ends up next year, we’ll try to hit as many games as possible. It’s going to be part of our life.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “We’ve been in this bed since last night. It’s noon. We’ll go to the game and catch the early flight home tomorrow.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to handle all that walking?”

I nuzzle into his neck. “Good thing I have this really strong, amazingly sexy man that can carry me.” I kiss him again, less lightly.

“It’s going to cost you.”

“Yeah? How much?”

He grabs my hands and holds them over my head. “Thirty more minutes in this bed and a promise that when the game is over, we’ll come straight back here no matter what Mark says or asks us to do.”

“You’re on,” I agree, entirely on board with thirty more minutes.

Shane kisses me just below my ear, and I shiver. “Oh, and you’re not wearing his jersey.”

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