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We exchanged smiles, and then she leaned in to kiss me again.

Our lips hadn’t even met before the entire arena erupted with applause and cheers. Sabrina twisted around and we both looked up, and… surprise, surprise: there we were on the Jumbotron with the words KISS CAM underneath.

We both laughed, and I wondered if her face was as hot as mine.

Then she met my gaze again and gave a questioning half-shrug, raising her eyebrows. I just laughed, touched her face, and kissed her, prompting more cheers.

“All right.” I playfully nudged her toward center ice. “Time to get to work.”

She nodded. “Think we can get our names on the Cup again?”

“Pfft. Of course we can. Now get to work.”

She winked. “Yes, Coach.”

As she skated away my heart fluttered once more at the sight ofHamiltonbeneath her number.

Yeah, we could get our names on the Cup again. Hell yes, we could.

And this time, there wouldn’t be a single trace of Doran McAvoy’s legacy.

Just hers. Mine.

And ours.