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“Well…” I pause. “I have a date night idea for tonight.”

She raises her brow, seemingly impressed that I have a plan.

“What is it?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Oh no, you’re not getting that out of me.”

“You’re no fun.” She pouts.

“I think you’ve allowed me to get to know you a little bit by showing me how good you are at what you do. And I would like for you to get to know me a little better by showing you what I’m good at.”

Her brows pinch together. “Hockey?” she guesses.

I lift a shoulder. “I was talking about sex, but if you want me to show you hockey…”

Her cheeks turn pink at the teasing.

“I guess you’ll see in a while,” I say.

She rolls her eyes, but the smile playing at her lips is a dead giveaway that she’s excited to see what I have in store for us.

“What should I wear?” she asks.

I think about cracking another joke about how she can go naked since that’s how she’s going to end up, but I decide to just give her the information she’s looking for.

“Pants and long sleeves,” I say.

It may be August in Vegas, but rinks are chilly.

I haven’t taken many girls to the rink, just a few, and one thing I can guarantee is that she will be cold. I don’t typically get cold on the ice, maybe in part because my body is just used to it at this point, but also because, aside from all the gear I wear that doesn’t exactly make a guy cold, there’s constant movement, usually quick and precise as I fly across the ice on my skates.

Maybe tonight we’ll take it slow…in more ways than one.

“We’ll do dinner first.” I keep thinking of places to take her out, but I’d also like to cook for her. Maybe tomorrow’s date night can be cooking together in my kitchen.

“What time should I be ready?” she asks.

“Seven.”

She glances at her watch only to see we don’t have much time. “Then I better start getting ready.”

“Do you need any help?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Thank you, though.”

Forty-five minutes later, she meets me in the kitchen, and she kind of takes my breath away every time she walks into a room. I’m not quite sure how I got so lucky as to run into this woman and then accidentally marry her, but I am totally captivated by her.

She’s wearing a simple thin tan sweater paired with jeans, and she’s effortlessly gorgeous in it.

“Hey there, handsome,” she says as she walks into the room.

I glance down at my black button-down shirt and khaki pants, and I feel like I’m not good enough for her. I meet her in the middle, pulling her into my arms and dropping my mouth to hers for a beat. She grabs onto my biceps, and I love it when she does that. It’s like she has to hold on or her legs might give out, and it makes me feel like a fucking superhero.

“What’s that for?” she asks as she pulls back.

I shake my head, still marveling at her. “Just for being you.”

“Well, I like it,” she says. She nips another kiss to my lips before she lets go of me, and we head out to my truck.