Page 35 of Pucked Over by Cupid (Maine Maulers Hockey #8)

It’s official. I’m a human bowling ball. My water broke twenty minutes ago, and Mikael is proving that he’s both the best and worst person to have at my side in a crisis. His ability to juggle chaos? Incredible. His ability to stay calm while juggling chaos? Nonexistent.

“Where’s my wallet?” he shouts, rifling through drawers in the kitchen like he’s looking for a lost hockey stick before a game. “I just had it! It was right here!”