Page 6 of One Kind Goal

“Shut up, morons,” Morgan said. “Call Austin if you need to be rescued because I’m going to be . . . busy.”

With a slight yank, she propelled Sawyer into a walk behind her again. They reached the exit, grabbed their coats, and spilled out into the night.

Or early morning as it were.

“You didn’t have a car here, did you?” she asked.

“No. Teddy and I are only here for a few nights. Didn’t see the point in getting a car.”

Morgan pulled out her phone. She tapped a few times and, mere moments later, a limo pulled up to the curb. “I mentioned my brother is Austin Rayhill, right?”

“Yes. I guess that has certain perks, huh?”

“It does,” she said slowly.

“But . . .”

She huffed out a breath as she slid into the limo after the driver opened the door. Sawyer got in behind her.

“But, I’m twenty-nine years old,” she said. “I probably should have struck out on my own by now.”

“Do you want to strike out on your own?” Sawyer asked, making himself comfortable on the leather seat.

Morgan squared her shoulders then hooked her long, brown hair behind her ear. “I think I do.”

“Bravo then.” Sawyer lightly tapped his fist into her shoulder. “Go, you.”

She smiled, but it was a hesitant, unsure expression. “I just have to figure out what I want to do with my life.” She shrugged one shoulder. “No big deal.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Sawyer said.

“Yeah.” She shifted on the seat to face him more fully. “Hey, do you want to go back to Pine River Cottages?”

“In Vermont? Tonight?”

She nodded. “Yeah. My mind was clearer when we were there. I don’t know. It’s as if since I’ve been back in New York, nothing feels right.”

Sawyer scratched at his short beard. He totally knew what she was saying. He traveled a lot for hockey and never felt out of place. Lately, however, everywhere fit wrong. That one night he’d shared with Morgan in Maplehaven had been . . . well . . . it’d been perfection. Did he want to feel that again?

Hell, yes.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

Morgan’s smile intensified by a zillion watts. “Really?”

“Really.”

She clapped and pressed a button to lower the divider between them and the driver. “Phil, can you take us to the airfield?”

“Certainly, Miss Rayhill.”

Morgan settled back in her seat then clamped a hand on his forearm. “Is there anything at your hotel you absolutely need?”

“No. I’ll text Teddy to take my stuff back home with him.”

“Where is home?”

“Bristol, Rhode Island. Teddy’s my neighbor.”

Morgan pulled out her phone and tapped the screen a few times. “I have three nights before I have to go to a charity thing I promised Austin I’d attend. You have three nights before your next game in Minnesota. Does that mean I can have you for the next two nights perhaps?” Her eyebrow arched over a blue eye in anticipation.

How could he deny her?

Simple. He couldn’t.

“The next two nights are yours,” he said.

She wrapped her arms around his and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Then let’s make them two nights to remember.”