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Not selling it.

Desperately trying to smooth out my hair, I open the door and face a stunning dark-haired beauty. She’s a similar height to me but with delicate features and the deepest brown eyes.

“Hi!” she squeaks.

“Hi,” I smile. “Hollie, right?” I ask awkwardly, but I know who she is since she’s been at the occasional game in the past.

“Yes!” Her eyes fall to my stomach, which, even beneath the baggy training top I’m wearing, it’s clear I’m pregnant and haven’t just had an overly large meal. “Oh wow, you really are showing now.”

She steps inside and looks around at the apartment before setting her bag down on the kitchen island. “He hasn’t done much with this place, but the houseplants definitely make an improvement.”

“They’re mine,” I say, still trying to make my hair look presentable.

“Yeah, I guessed. My brother has never been good with living things.”

She’s funny and reminds me a lot of Luna, not just because of her eyes but because of her sing-song voice and sunshine personality. She makes me feel at ease, and I like her.

Hollie points at the TV in the living area. “I think the interview is about to begin.”

I take a seat on the couch, but instead of taking the one opposite, she sits right next to me and turns up the volume.

“It’s really good of you to fly in to see him like this.”

She shrugs and sets down the remote. “Don’t get me wrong, I like watching him play, but I didn’t come for Jensen and missed most of the game anyway.” She looks at me then, warmth in her eyes. “I came to see you.”

“You did?”

“Of course! You’re the woman who has my brother on his knees. That alone tells me it’s worth getting to know you better.”

I’m tempted to tell her I’m mostly on mine, but I figure she probably doesn’t want to hear how filthy her sibling is in bed. I know I wouldn’t with East.

Walking up to the microphone and taking a seat behind it, Jensen smiles at the flashing lights and cameras. It’s not all thatlong since the game ended, but his dark hair still has a wet shine to it, and he’s wearing his post-game dark blue suit.

“He looks so happy,” Hollie croons.

“Firstly, well played out there. Talk us through the win today, Jensen, and the main targets you have for this season as a team.” the off-camera reporter says.

Jensen sips his water and nods, setting the bottle down. Running a hand through his hair, he leans back and relaxes, like talking to millions of people is an everyday thing. I guess it is for him. “Thanks, it was a good game, and this season is like all the rest. Push hard, practice hard, play harder, and see where we wind up. The minimum has to be making the playoffs.”

“Without Morgan on the team, do you think that will hinder your chances?” the reporter asks.

Swiping a hand across his mouth, Jensen leans forward on his elbows. “The absence of a player like Jon would be felt on any team, but we’ve started the season strong. We have no reason to doubt our ability to continue our winning form.”

“And what about personally? What are your main goals this season?” a female reporter asks.

Jensen narrows his eyes her way. “Are we talking about my personal performance or personal life?”

My breath catches in my throat.

“Both,” she confidently confirms.

Silence falls across the room as the media await a response.

Looking directly into the camera, I almost forget I have company or that viewers are watching this across North America and Canada. He’s looking at me. I know he is.

“Professionally, I simply want to build on last season. I have a few technical elements to my game I want to refine.” He pauses and blows out a breath. “Personally, I aim to be the best daddy I can be and finally marry the girl of my dreams, not necessarily in that order.”

Muted conversation rumbles around the room as Jensen leans back and takes another drink.