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I continue staring at him, my head spinning to catch up with what’s happening here.

“You didn’t leave,” I finally state.

“Oh shit, how’d you figure me out?”

I shake my head, unable to fight my smile this time.

At the sight of it, Garrett’s shoulders relax.

Shit. Was he worried about my reaction to him being here?

“You’re even hotter when you smile, you know that?” he tells me.

“Is that right?”

“Yep. You want a coffee?”

“You know this is my house, right?”

He shrugs one shoulder.

“I’m good, thanks. I can’t have caffeine and a nap. I’ll be awake all night.”

His eyes drop down my body again, and when they get back up to my face, they’re burning with heat. How is it possible that he still wants me after what we did earlier?

What are you talking about? You still want him.

“I mean, that was kinda the plan.”

“I’ve got practice tomorrow, then I’m headed out the day after for a road game.”

“I guess you’re gonna need some sleep then. I can’t have my team losing because of me.”

“Your team, huh?”

“Yep. The Vipers have been my team for as long as I can remember. Hands down the best team in the league.”

“So you’re gunning for that Cup win, then?”

“Of course. I’m confident you’re going to do it. Right now, you’re looking like the favorites, and the numbers never lie.”

“The numbers?”

“Yeah. You know, the stats.”

“Right,” I mutter as I stalk to my fridge for a bottle of water, wondering how we went from fucking to hockey stats in the blink of an eye. “So, how much snooping have you done?” I ask.

“Loads, obviously. I’ve discovered all of your dirty secrets. That old family album you tried hiding down the side of your couch that’s full of photos of you as a baby is adorable.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, unable to be anything but amused by his teasing.

I know he’s lying. I don’t have anything like that.

I wish I did. I know that Mom had albums from when I was a baby. But I doubt they exist anymore. Everything she owned is long gone. I didn’t even get a chance to go to the house before Dad cleared it all out and moved.

“Shit. What’s wrong?” Garrett asks, clearly able to read my expression.

“Nothing. Everything is great.”