Page 27 of Clear Shot

“Felix and Jordan could run their mouths, and that would be trouble for all of us.”

“They won’t. Relax, Aiden. Everything is going to be okay.”

I don’t know why I’m so worried but until I see her with my own eyes, I won’t be able to stop.

By the time I get to the family lounge, I feel like I’m going to puke, but that feeling fades the moment I see Hana. She’s laughing with a group of ladies, perfectly at ease. Like she belongs.

Okay, good.

I pull in a breath and then head in her direction.

“Hey, babe.” I lean over to brush my lips across hers.

“Hi.” She smiles at me. “Good game.”

“Thank you.” I slide my arm around her waist. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Always. You know I love hockey.”

“I do.”

“You’re a sly one,” Zakk Cloutier’s wife, Tiff, says to me, wagging a finger in my face. “You had us all convinced you friend zoned Hana—and then, bam! You’re married.”

I playfully wiggle my eyebrows since I adore Tiff. “Sometimes a man has to have secrets, you know?”

She laughs. “Depends on the secret, I guess.”

If she only knew.

“Are we going out to eat with everyone?” Hana asks, deftly changing the subject. “I guess a bunch of people are going to Cicero’s.”

“I’m down,” I say, nodding. “If you are.”

“Sure.”

We chat with everyone for a few minutes, until the rest of the guys on the team arrive, and then we start to disburse. Since Hana and I drove to the arena separately, we have no choice but to meet at the restaurant.

“Next time, either ride with one of the others or I’ll hire a car service,” I tell her. “I don’t like you driving out of here alone.”

“I drive alone all the time.” She seems confused by my concern.

“Yes, but here at the arena you’ll get caught in game-day traffic. It would be easier for you if you could just come with me.”

“Next time, then,” she agrees.

“I’ll see you there,” I say. “Drive safe.”

She nods. “I will.”

“Everything go okay with the wives and girlfriends?” I ask, watching her face when she doesn’t turn to leave right away.

“I’m fine. Everyone was really nice. I felt very welcome.”

“I’m glad.” I reach out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear and she leans into my hand for a couple of seconds.

Damn, I love touching her.

“I’ll, uh, see you at the restaurant.” She turns abruptly and hurries in the opposite direction and I watch until I can’t see her anymore.