Page 111 of Puck Me Like You Mean It
“Hey, I want to play too,” Dax complained, running after them. “I need the distraction.”
The next moment, she was alone with Lucas.
They didn’t speak. They just stood there, arms around each other, letting the sun beat down on them, breathing in thesummer while watching Melody convince fully grown, super-rich hockey players to play hide-and-seek.
And Anna couldn’t remember ever being so happy. So...content. You didn’t have to spend your whole life chasing the next goal. Sometimes it was okay to just arrive.
She smiled and pulled Lucas closer.
“In case you forgot, we’re meeting my dad tomorrow — and if Dax beats him up, it’ll probably make headlines. So, I apologize for the drama. I know the news about Melody is just starting to die down.” She grimaced and looked up apologetically at Lucas, who merely shrugged.
“It’s your drama. Your drama is always okay.”
She chuckled softly. “Really?”
“Yes.” He turned to her. “And my offer still stands: I’d love to come along and give your dad my best serial-killer stare.”
Warmth spread through her chest. “That’s incredibly sweet, but having a brother around who acts like an idiot in my presence is more than enough.”
“Well, Dax said he could use the distraction, so he shouldn’t complain.”
She nodded. “Next year. Next year you’ll win the Cup.”
Lucas put his hands around her face and gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s okay. I still feel like a winner,” he murmured, smiling, and kissed her.
THE END
