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“Are you happy, Princess?”

My eyes sting. For the first time in my life, I am. “Yes. Are you?”

“I’m on top of the fucking world—no, universe. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could top my love for you.”

“Y-you love me?”

He throws his head back and laughs softly. Looking at me, he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I don’t think love is enough. Four letters could never do justice to the way I feel. I guess I’ll just have to spend the rest of my life showing you.”

My heart thunders in my chest uncontrollably in the silence as I take him in.

That’s until Jessie sighs heavily. “For fuck sake! Who’s had a bite out of this?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

JENSEN

“So happy for you, man.” Jessie, the last person to leave my apartment, pats me on the shoulder. “You really have it all now.”

I nod. “Yeah, I do.”

Standing by my apartment door, he looks down the hallway and then back at me. In a low voice, he asks, “Have you asked her to, you know, move in yet?”

“Nah. I only made her my girlfriend six hours ago.”

“Yeah, yeah. Gotta give it some time.”

“Maybe later tonight or possibly tomorrow morning.”

His head whips up to mine, and he snorts a laugh. “Yeah, that doesn’t fucking surprise me.”

“Jessie?” I ask. We haven’t spoken about it in a long while, but good friends check in every now and then.

“Yeah?”

“How you doing? Have you heard from her?”

He grips the back of his neck. It’s been a long time since he told me about the reason for the trade from Dallas, and it hadnothing to do with hockey and everything to do with a girl. He rarely talks about it or her, but I’ve also never seen him with anyone else. I don’t think he ever moved on.

“No,” he exhales heavily. “I don’t expect to either.” He looks away and then down at the floor.

“Go after what you want, man,” I say. “And if it’s still her, then don’t let anyone stop you, least of all him.”

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I still want her.”

Thought so.“Then you know what you have to do.”

He blows out a humored breath. “Stalk her? She’s back in Dallas underDaddy’swatch,” he mocks.

“Who gives a fuck?” I shrug.

“Uh, me, my career, the Scorpions.”

“Still waiting for a real reason.”

He smirks and turns to head down the hallway, throwing a wave over his shoulder. “See ya, buddy, and congrats again.”

Shutting the door, I think about how lucky I am to finally get my girl when I hear water running in the bathroom.