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Wes
“You can’t just decide to be Canadian,” Blake Riley says, his beer glass clutched in one of his giant paws.
“Sure you can,” Jess argues, lining up the cue ball for a tricky combination shot. “That’s what I like about Canada.”
“Nuh-uh. Canadian is a state of mind. I’ve got the Canada brain. You don’t.”
“Oh, you’ve got something, all right,” she mutters under her breath.
“It’s okay to be jealous, baby.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Yeah you are.”
“Oh my God, I’m not.”
“Lying isn’t sexy.”
“You’re not sexy.”
“Don’t be crazy now.”
Jess gapes at him over her cue. “I’m the crazy one?”
I watch the entire exchange in amused silence. Blake and Jess love to argue with each other almost as much as they love each other. I glance at Jamie to see if he also finds the two of them ridiculous. But he’s staring into his beer glass, lost in thought.
He’s been awfully distracted tonight. And I have no idea why.
Jess finally shoots, and I can tell that she’s not going to pull it off. Or rather—she wasn’t. But at the last second Blake casually reaches down and nudges the ball toward the corner. And it drops into the pocket.
“Hey!” I argue. “Whose side are you on?” Blake and I are supposed to be partners against the Cannings. And we’re winning.
“Shut up, ya hoser,” Blake yawps. Then he gives me a big grin. “See? It sounds perfectly natural on me. Canadian brain.”
“Did you really just throw the game for me?” Jess squeaks. She sets down the pool cue and leaps into his arms.
“Yeah, babycakes. Anything for you.” Blake’s beer sloshes violently against the side of his glass as he kisses her. “Is it time to go home? I’m planning an invasion of California with my Canadian missile.”
“Jesus. TMI.” I shudder as they continue to make out right in front of me. “We’ve been over this. I’m easily scarred. I thought Canadians were polite. Jamie, make them stop.”
“Hmm?” My husband looks up suddenly. “Problem?”
I take a good look at him. Not that I mind the view. His hair looks golden in the warm lighting of the bar, and his brown eyes blink back at me. But he’s weirdly distracted. “You okay? You’re kind of checked out tonight.”
“Sorry,” he says quickly. “Who won, anyway?”
“They did, apparently.” I jerk a thumb toward Blake and Jess, who are staring into each other’s eyes and exchanging kisses. “Maybe it’s time to hit the road? You have an early practice, right?”
“Totally.” He sets down his unfinished beer. “You brought the Jeep? I don’t mind driving if you need me to.”
“Yeah, I drove. But I got it. Should we pry them apart or just yell goodnight from a safe distance?”
Jamie finally glances at his sister and Blake. He scowls. “Keep it PG, kids. We’re heading out.”
“Don’t wait up, Wesmie!” Blake says with a grin.
“Night!” Jess chirps.
Before we even turn around, they’re back in each other’s arms. “Do you think they’re always like that?” I ask. “Or do they just lay it on thick to annoy us? You’re the one with all the siblings. Tell me how this works.”
“Uh huh,” is all Jamie says. Then he pushes open the door to the bar, and a gust of chilly March air makes us both shiver.
Thirty minutes later I come out of the bathroom to find Jamie already in our bed, arms tucked behind his head, expression thoughtful.
I shut off the light and climb in beside him, ready to finally hear what’s on his mind. Maybe it was something I said?
Or maybe not, because Jamie rolls toward me immediately, hand on my belly, fingertips sweeping across the skin above the waistband of my flannel pants.
I open my mouth to ask what’s on his mind, but it doesn’t quite work. Because his lips land on mine, and then we’re kissing. I’m not an idiot. When the love of your life wants a make-out sesh, you don’t toss that aside.
So I move closer, running a hand up his bare back, threading a flannel-covered knee between his bare ones.
Wait. Jamie isn’t mad at me. Jamie is naked. I do a mental backflip at this realization, and kiss him a little more deeply. I miss him so much when I’m away. There’s another road trip coming up, too. I’ll be on the West Coast for days and days.
Jamie knows this. Jamie is a smart man. Very very smart. I groan, sliding my tongue against his. And then I turn my head in order to explore his jaw, testing the softness of his whiskers with my lips.
It’s been almost three years since our first kiss. My life changed that rainy night in Lake Placid when Jamie pushed me up against the side of a roadside bar and kissed me. It was like falling into a fantasy from which I’ve never had to wake up. I suck on his neck, right under the line of his whiskers. He smells of minty toothpaste and the shower products we both share.
The room shifts, and I find myself on my back. My golden boy has escalated the situation by climbing on top of me and sifting his fingers through my short hair. His next kiss is hard, maybe even a little desperate.
“Jamie,” I say against his mouth.
“Mmm?” He runs a hand across my chest and then pinches my nipple.
“You okay?” I’m loving the attention, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is bothering him. When he’s troubled, my guy won’t always say what’s on his mind.
“Really?” he rasps, kissing me again. “You want to chat right now?”
“With you? Always.” I brace my hands on his shoulders, lock a heel against the bed, and then roll quickly. I’ve turned the tables, so now I’m looking down into his handsome, startled face. “Now spill, babe. You can’t have this hot body until you tell me why you were so quiet tonight. I mean—you didn’t even react when Blake claimed that sloppy Joe sandwiches were named after his uncle.”
Jamie snorts. “That wouldn’t even surprise me if it were true.”
“Yet you didn’t hear it. And I want to know why.”
He turns his head to the side and sighs. “I had a weird day, is all. But it’s nothing a couple of blow jobs can’t fix.”
“Weird how?” I press. “Tell me, and then we’ll have more time for funzies.”
He smiles, then runs a hand down my chest. “It’s not that big a deal, okay? We had some scouts at the rink today.”
“From where?”
“Ottawa.” Jamie yawns before continuing. “The goalie scout. Again.”
“They must be seriously interested in your man Chambers.” Jamie is the goalie coach for one of the best teams in the Ontario Hockey League. He’ll probably be named Head Coach for a major juniors team of his own in a few years. He’s had three rock-star seasons just like I have. “This is exciting, right? They’re going to draft your guy?”
Slowly, Jamie shakes his head. “That’s what I thought, too. But then the scout pulled me aside and blew my mind. He said they had some pressing issues on their keeper bench. And would I consider coming to Ottawa on a two way contract for their farm team.”