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one of her shoulders down heavily.
    Kimberley gave the bag an exasperated look and Cannon was sure she was stifling the eye roll that was bubbling up inside of her. He hadn’t forgotten how she was a compulsive over-packer and this was just another brilliant rendition of Kimberley’s capability of lugging along too much. It was endearing.
    Before she could answer, he took another step closer and hovered there for a moment, looking down at her. He wanted nothing so much as to just kiss her right then and there, but instead, he picked the bag up off her shoulder and slung it over his own with a low grunt. That body slam he’d taken from the two Grizzlies had hurt no less with the lack of a wall to be thrown into, and he was only now feeling it.
    Regardless, he gave her a winning smile and it earned him a glowering look in response.
    “Is that your next clever ruse, to get me drunk and sated?”
    “Naw, I think we’re playing it by ear now. I think we have time,” he said with a smirk, motioning toward the shining lights of a small diner down the road, making a quick decision to get her away from the bustle of the pub and take her somewhere where they could actually talk.
    “You knew there was no way out of here, didn’t you?” Kimberley asked as they fell into step, her hands tucked into her pockets, mirroring him.
    “I had a hunch,” Cannon confessed, inclining his head.
    The Sunrise Diner was run by Cerise, a lively, smart-mouthed woman who could hit any cowboy over the head if they misbehaved. With Austin’s Texas opening up down the road, she’d obviously had to do a lot less of that and Cannon wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing. She’d make a hell of a shutdown defensemen in another life, that was for sure.
    He waved to Cerise as they stepped in, the diner busy, but relatively quiet. She gave him a toothy grin back, tilting her chin as Cannon showed Kimberley to a booth and set her bag down on the seat as well. He suppressed the urge to slip around the bend of the red leather seat and cuddle up next to her, going for the safer option of sitting across from her.
    Cerise appeared a moment later, with two steaming cups of coffee, and an expectant look shot at Cannon.
    “Usual?”
    “Two. And a cherry pie,” he said, receiving a quick nod as Cerise made her way off to fetch their food.
    “So you’re like a regular here?” Kimberley asked, peeling off her jacket and exposing the Grizzlies’ jersey, which made Cannon clutch his chest theatrically.
    “You were rooting for the other guys? Baby, I’m hurt deeply.”
    “I’m not your baby,” Kimberley said with a sigh, but there was definitely that smile again that Cannon so missed.
    Damn that woman, she made him sit on pins and needles with the tiniest things. He’d missed it like nothing else and his bear was practically clawing inside of him, demanding that he fix everything he’d broken all those years ago.
    But it isn’t so easy…
    “Okay, point taken. Maybe one day, right?” he said with a wink, not waiting for an answer before continuing. “But yeah, we’re in here pretty often. Cerise claims we’re eating so much that she can’t keep the shipments coming in fast enough, but I don’t buy it. Did you see the crowd? Half of those guys are bigger than our enforcers are. Crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised if we get switched for some of these locals. There’s this whole family of stags who can skate circles around me.”
    He shook his head, still taken with how pucked up this whole place was, sipping his coffee. Kimberley’s hands slipped around her mug as well and she brought it up to her lips with two hands like she always did, and he couldn’t hide the wide grin that appeared on his lips watching her do that.
    “What?” she asked, looking a tiny bit surprised.
    “The way you drink your coffee. It hasn’t changed,” he said, grinning like a fool.
    “A lot of other stuff has though, Cannon,” she remarked, flicking her