“They cancel the game when it rains, don’t they?”
“Yeah…”
“Not football,” he shot back. “In football, they play in the snow, the rain, the fog…”
Holden dragged me over to him as the other two continued their argument. His strong arms went around me as I stared upward, into his eyes.
“I want us to get a place,” he said. “Something big. Somewhere we can build something. Establish a future together.”
“A place we can’t be bothered,” I nodded happily.
“Exactly,” Holden said excitedly. I could see an all-new light in his eyes now. One that, at least for now, out-shined the pain. “Someplace we can just be us.”
“With nobody around,” I agreed. “Miles and miles of absolute nothingness.”
My lover chuckled. “Acres might be more reasonable,” he countered.
“Maybe…” I shrugged. “But you never know…” I nodded at the nearby counter, where my father’s envelope rested. “We haven’t been to Zurich yet.”
He looked at the envelope. Silently, he raised an eyebrow.
“—and what about hockey?” Randall was saying. “Hockey’s cool.”
“Yeah, maybe if you live near Canada,” replied Marcus. “Down south, hockey is NASCAR.”
“No, NASCAR is football,” argued Randall. “Basketball is hockey, and soccer is…”
“HEY!”
They all turned to look at me, all three of them at once. They were hot. Sexy. Adorable.
And they were all mine.
“You guys promised me an early breakfast tomorrow, remember?”
One by one they started filing back down the hallway. Toward pillows and blankets. Toward tomorrow… and our future together.
I giggled as they grumbled a little, along the way.
“Hey…” Holden whispered, bringing up the rear. He reached out and pulled me into one of the side bedrooms. “You tired?”
I thought about it for a moment, then shook my head. “No, not really. Why?”
“Because it just occurred to me again… you haven’t tapped out.”
Holden’s arms snaked their way around me. I shivered a little, as his two big hands slid down to my ass.
Just down the hall, I could hear the sound of the others already dropping into bed. If I knew them, they’d be asleep within seconds.
“I’m still your white knight,” he whispered, sifting my hair. “Remember?”
He kissed me in the midnight darkness. Softly at first, but then with growing intensity and promise. I found my body melting into him, as his lips crushed a sigh from my mouth.
“And the knight always gets the princess…”
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