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“Y-yes, sir. A-absolutely Coach. I would never.”
“Damn straight, you would never.”
Clare patted his chest. “Leave the boy alone, Elliott. Don’t you remember what it’s like to be young and in love?”
Bending at the knee, he threw her a grin before picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. “What do you mean, remember?” He slapped her butt cheek. “I’m still young, and I’m still madly in love with you. I’ll give youold man.”
Her giggles shook her body as he carried her toward the edge of the rink.
“I’m taking the future Mrs. Swift out for lunch. You’re in charge, Enzo. Don’t mess up.”
“Yes, Coach. I got you.”
Theo smacked Enzo’s chest and the two started roughhousing. Cat gave Mason a hug before he ran over to his dad who was crouched low to the ice holding a brush.
Elliott slid Clare to her feet when he got her off the ice. She worked her bottom lip between her teeth and grabbed his arm, tugging him down the corridor. “You sure we don’t have time for a quickie in your office first, Coach?”
As he followed her to his office, he couldn’t help but smile. He could be the future Mr. Clare Reynolds and couldn’t fucking wait.
She rolled the ring around under the light as she walked. “It’s gorgeous, Eli. Did you think about when we might…y’know…?”
She closed the door behind him and stared at the ring again.
“Tomorrow? Next week? Next month? How long do we really need? Hell, let’s go to City Hall right now and seal the deal. I don’t want to wait another fucking second.” With every word he spoke, he advanced on her, boxing her against the wall with flat palms on either side of her head.
“I don’t think that’s quite how it works, Coach.” She brushed her lips against his. “But I can confirm your enthusiasm is getting me all hot under the hood.”
“Then let me give you a damn good time, Future Mrs. Swift.” He slipped his hand down the front of her jeans. “And when you’re done whimpering my name as you come, we’ll go get married.”
