Page 136 of My Husband Problem

Just stab me in the heart, Saoirse.

He gives me a little grin. “I had to stay in Portland,” he says, gallantly not throwing me under the bus.

“But he’ll be at Christmas this year,” I say, slipping my hand into his and linking our fingers.

Unless…

No, even if our marriage is annulled, we’ll both go to Cara for Christmas

He gives me a squeeze that says,Fuck yeah, I will.

“Have you ever heard of Super Circus Hunting Party?”

He shakes his head. “I have not.”

“It’s a multi-player online video game,” she says. “It can go on forweeks. You play in teams.” She sighs. “Cian cheats. Badly.”

Declan laughs at the mention of his youngest brother. “Is that right?”

“Yeah, but his daughter, Mariah, isso cool,and she plays too.”

Declan nods. “I remember Mariah.”

“I’ll teach you to play before Christmas, and then we can kick his and Torin’s butts at it, okay?” she asks.

“That sounds amazing.”

His voice is rough, and I get choked up watching my always put-together and in-charge husband choke up over the idea of playing a video game with his niece against his younger brothers.

Saoirse’s grin is big and bright. “Awesome.” Then she throws herself at him, hugging him as if she now knows everything she needs to know.

Knox chuckles and extends his hand after Saoirse lets Declan go.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

“You, too. I hope we get to see each other a lot more,” Declan says.

“No doubt about it.”

I take a deep breath. This is going very well. So far so good.

Now I just need to get through the entire rest of the evening with a smile, even if it’s a little forced.

At least now all I have to do is go sit in the stands and watch a hockey game.

And hope that my husband doesn’t score any goals, so I don’t have to freaking sing.

Nearly four hours later,I’m breathing easier.

Declan hasn’t scored at all, and we’re down to two minutes left in the game.

“We’re votingagain?”

I look to my left and laugh. Iris Lee is here, and she is quite simply appalled by bonkers hockey.

She and Miles arrived a couple of hours before the game started, but Miles was busy getting caught up to speed with not only playing hockey tonight but also pretending to be a knight and playing hockey as a joust.

Iris is not into crawfish boils or Zydeco music, so she decided to wait at Miles’s house until it was time to come to the game.