Which also meant he’d be living here.
Which also meant I’d have to see him again.
As in—every dang day.
“Thanks, Marco,” Cash’s deep, sensual, crooning voice penetrated the still silence in the room.
Oh, gosh.
His voice.
It was by far his best trait.
By far.
I mean, his boy next door smile and six foot three, toned, muscled body were fantastic, too.
But that voice.
I swear there were times I’d orgasmed strictly because of his voice alone.
“Come for me, sweetness,” I heard his words inside my head—where I stored all the very best memories of Cash.
Since there was no other way for me to remember him.
Since the day I had to give him up.
And send him on his way.
Since the day I had to break his heart.
After I broke my own a thousand times worse.
“I love you, baby,” I could hear him clear as day. His thick, velvety voice, wrapping around me like the world’s softest silk.
“I can’t tell you how excited I am to join the Angels. I’ve played with a lot of the guys already, so I’m sure I’ll feel right at home.”
I swallowed over the dry lump in my throat.
So, it was true.
The Angels had made a trade.
And they really had acquired Cash Clemens, star winger, gorgeous hockey god.
And the one and only love of my life.
“Jillybean, are you okay?” Lexi asked. I felt her arm giving me a side hug.
Somehow, I was able to breathe in a deep lungful of air.
My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket to see who it was.
Uhg.
Stuart.
My fiancé.
I declined the call and set it to silent.
I wished there was a way to do that to Stuart.
A silent button.
Or a disappear button.
“I’m good, Lex,” I said with a fake smile on my face.
Then I stood up, brushed myself off, and asked, “Who else could use a beer?”