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EIGHTEEN

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I groan and roll over to silence my alarm, then snuggle back into Willa.

“Why,” she grumbles, her voice thick with sleep.

“I have a morning skate and then PT.” I kiss her neck and then her shoulder.

“It’s Thanksgiving,” she mumbles into her pillow.

“That’s why I only have one practice.” I unwillingly get out of bed. “Where are we going today, anyway?”

“Cal’s?”

“Are you asking me?” I laugh as I get dressed. She’s still so sleepy.

“No. Pretty sure it’s Cal’s. Stop asking me questions this early in the morning.”

“It’s almost nine.” Practice is at ten this morning. Coach wanted to let the guys with kids have the morning with them.

Willa’s eyes fly open. “Shit. I told Harlow I’d be there early to help.”

“You’re cooking?” I ask, not even trying to keep the shock from my voice. I dodge the pillow she chucks at my head and laugh.

“No. I’m hanging out with Cora and probably setting the table. That’s all I’m allowed to do.”

“I thought you got mac and cheese duty.” I sit on the edge of the bed and tie my sneakers, trying to ignore the pull of my bed and my woman. I’d stay wrapped up in them all day if I could.

“I did. I never found any by the way. But Cal definitely has a back-up. He knows I burn empty pans.”

“I’m excited to finally meet them in person.”

Willa smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She gets out of bed and quickly dresses in jeans and a cream sweater.

Dammit. I wish I had turned the lights on so I could watch her dress. I couldn’t even tell what she was wearing until she got closer to me. That’s what I get for getting the expensive blackout curtains.

“I already packed my clothes. What’s your bed like? We can take mine. I can have someone move it this weekend.”

I turn to find her staring up at me with a strange expression on her face.

“What? I like my mattress, but I’m sure yours is fine too.”

She bites her lip, which would be sexy if her eyes weren’t starting to look a little panicked.

“I’m going to have a shitty practice if you don’t tell me what that’s all about,” I say, making a circle around her face with my hand.

She sighs and takes my hand, pulling me into the living room.

I have a feeling I’m not going to like this.