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you’re moving to New York, or haunting memories of the ex?” she teases. “Remember you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
    “I sold because I’m never here. It’s been almost two years since I’ve used this place. So I thought if things work out in New York, I’d be even less likely to use it.”
    “What do you mean by work out? ”
    “I became a free agent this past year. The Rangers picked me up but for how long, I don’t know.”
    She bits her lower lip. “Were you injured?”
    Romano, you’re an idiot. “You could say that.” She doesn’t press for an explanation and I’m relieved.
    She refills our glasses. “I must confess to knowing very little about hockey. The only games I’ve even attended were my nephews’.” She smiles as if remembering a happy time. “I couldn’t relax, even for a second. I was completely preoccupied, praying they didn’t get hit with a stick or fall head first onto the ice. My sister is worse. She’s been banned from the rink.”
    “So you have a sister?”
    She spaces for a second, her eyes clouding over. “Sorry. Sometimes my emotions get the best of me when it comes to my sister. She’s my best friend. Well, she’s more than that. She’s… Let’s just say, I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
    I put my hand over hers. “Don’t be sorry.”
    She half-smiles as she pulls her hand out from under mine. My hand is left feeling cold, and my heart feeling as if it’s just lost its best friend. What the hell is wrong with you, Romano?
    She drinks her wine and pours another glass. “I spoke with her a few days ago, and damned if she didn’t throw me for a loop—again.” She rolls her eyes. “She’s pregnant with triplets.”
    “Wow!”
    She laughs. “If there’s a hard way about it, that’s the way, she’ll go.” She pauses. “I’m sorry. That sounded wrong and petty. It’s not like she could help it or control it.”
    “Is she your only sibling?”
    “Yes. Do you have any siblings?”
    “Si– five. Two brothers and three sisters.”
    “Wow. Six kids.”
    “And they’re all a pain in my ass.”
    We finish our meal in silence.
    She puts down her fork. “I’m stuffed. That was incredible, Logan. Thank you.”
    Smiling, I stand and give her my hand. “Before dessert, let me give you the grand tour of the big-ass glass box.”
    She stands, putting her hand in mine. I tug on it and she looks at me. Crap! Her once smiling eyes now look defeated. I know it has something to do with her sister, but I don’t dare ask. She wouldn’t tell me anyway. I want my carefree, sexy, flirting angel back. And I’m not going to lie; my hands are itching, burning to run all over her perfection. And my stick? Well, it’s more than ready to score.
     

     
    It doesn’t take long to show her around the first level and we soon make our way hand-in-hand up the stairs to the second floor.
    I lead her down a hallway, stopping in front of a closed door. I reluctantly let go of her hand and open it. “This is the master,” I say, stepping aside so she can enter.
    She walks in and smiles widely when she sees the huge bed that matches the design of the ribbon candy chairs. She runs her hand down the mattress. “Will you be moving this to New York?”
    “No. Sold the place furnished.”
    “Damn. That’s a shame,” she teases.
    I laugh in agreement. I hate the furniture in this place. “I’ve one more bedroom to show you.”
    She follows me to one of the two guest bedrooms. I open the door; stepping aside, I let her enter first.
    She gives me a shy smile and walks through the door. When she sees the bed, she stops in her tracks. She stares at it for a few seconds, the skin between her brows furrowing. She tilts her head and looks over at me, her eyes wide, filled with confusion and shock.
     
    I nod and smile, patiently waiting for her to tell me what she thinks.
    “Logan, I….” She bites her lip, the skin between her brows furrowing