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We walk out of departures and toward the parking lot. “I had trouble telling if it was you since your cap is pulled so low over your eyes.”

“Yeah, hockey players aren’t exactly bombarded in public, but I wanted to be anonymous.” It wouldn’t be a great start,Luna walking through arrivals, and I’m signing autographs and taking pictures. She’d likely freak out and board the next flight back to Florida.

“Makes sense.”

Approaching my truck, I open the passenger door, and she climbs in. I can’t help but stare at her tight, jean-covered ass as she hauls herself into my F150.

“Stop staring at my ass, Evans,” she calls behind her.

“I wasn’t.”

“I can feel the heat on my cheeks! You were.”

So can I.Still the same spunky Luna.

Climbing into my side, I reach across and buckle her in. Her vanilla scent hits me as memories from this summer overtake my senses.

“Okay, maybe I was a little,” I admit.

I crank the engine andput my sunglasses on. It’s a bright November afternoon. “Hungry?”

“Ugh.” She throws her head back in the chair. “Starving! The food on the plane was crap.”

I quirk an unsurprised brow. “Told you to let me buy you a ticket in first.”

She throws me a look. “I’m no kept woman.”

Laughing, I pull out of the lot and hit the freeway, feeling like despite the long and torturous time we’ve spent apart, ten minutes in her company, and it’s as if she never left.

LUNA

“Babe, every time you come to a game, you overbuy and then expect me to finish the snacks.” Felicity motions up and down her body as we sit side by side watching the first period against Dallas. “It’s a struggle holding onto my figure as it is.”

“I might’ve overestimated how much I can eat.” Kate winces.

“Eh, yeah.”

“Here,” I say, flipping my hands toward me. “Pass those nachos to me. I can look after them.”

Chewing around a mouthful of guacamole, salsa, and hot cheese, I point down to the rink. “Jon can move across the ice.”

“He sure can. Hard to believe he’s not a rookie with his speed.” Felicity smiles proudly.

“They all look so huge in their pads. Like some sort of Viking or something. Especially Jensen.”

Felicity side-eyes me.

“Shame there’s a dickhead beneath it all.” Kate crosses her legs and reaches over, stealing a nacho.

My brows knit together. “So, what’s the story there? We never finished that text convo.”

“Shall I go or you?” Felicity turns to Kate.

Kate waves a hand in front of her. “Be my guest, babe, I’m hitting the bathroom.”

She rounds the chairs and makes her way out of earshot.

“It’s a long story, and none of us are really sure what happened, but last season, pretty much around the time I met Jon, Kate and Jensen had athing.” She pauses, taking a sip from her Icee. “Well, I say ‘thing’—more like they had the hots for one another, that was clear. One night after a big Scorpions win, they were getting cozy, and we were all convinced they’d hit it off.Next thing I know, Kate texts me saying they had an argument, and he left with another girl.”