that.”
“All five of us.” Kayne chuckled pointing to himself as one of the kids.
Jessica rolled her eyes. “By all means, lead the way Peter Pan.”
***
Nearly an hour later, drinks and snacks in hand, they followed Williams down the concourse
and through a short tunnel into the lower seating area. The man kept walking right
up to the glass, then toward center ice.
Holy hell!
Most hockey fans would sell their soul to be sitting at the glass, center ice, during
any game, much less the playoffs. Jess was momentarily speechless. She’d never imagined
anything like this when she'd called in the favor for tickets.
Kayne ushered them into the aisle in front of him. “I'll take the end seat, if that's
okay?”
Jess knew it was the die-hard cop putting himself between them and danger, but she
couldn't resist a little ribbing. She laughed. “Wouldn't have anything to do with
the fact that that’s the center line seat, would it?”
“No, of course not.” His expression was pure innocence.
Jess had planned on sitting at the opposite end to be the other “kid goalie” but when
an argument broke out over who got to sit by Kayne, Jess solved the problem diplomatically.
She took the seat herself.
It seemed like such a good idea until she realized how much room Kayne took up. His
leg and arm constantly brushed against hers, making it difficult to concentrate on one of the most spectacular games she'd ever
seen.
Kayne amazed her. As focused as he was on the game, he never lost track of the kids.
The moment one of them left their seat, he had his eye on them, and he didn't get
angry if it took his attention away from the game. Jess couldn't help but feel disloyal
to Jarred when she realized she was measuring him against what she saw in Kayne. The
simple truth couldn't be avoided: Jarred never would have taken her and the kids to
something like this, much less been a good sport about it.
Jess was on the edge of her seat as the last few seconds of the third period wore
down. The Coyotes were ahead by one, but the Redwings had the puck.
“5, 4, 3, 2...1!” Everyone erupted in cheers. The 'Yotes had won.
Before she realized how or why, Jess was in Kayne's arms. He lifted her off the ground,
hugging her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist,
and she was kissing him, or kissing him back, she wasn't quite sure. Lost in the moment,
she didn't care.
***
Kayne found his arms full of luscious female, not certain how she'd gotten there.
The initial kiss only lasted a moment, barely long enough to register her soft lips
against his firm ones. But the feel of her body? Her arms wrapped firmly around his neck, those tight thighs snug against his hips,
his hands cupping her ass— Oh yeah. That was Richter Scale worthy. He couldn't resist dipping his head for another taste of her sweetness. The
world all but disappeared around them as she melted into him.
The Redwing's player being checked against the glass directly in front of them broke
the spell, and Kayne set her down and stepped away. Holy hell, he was not into public
displays, and he'd all but devoured her in front of God and everybody. As penance,
his jeans were suddenly about three sizes too small.
Williams materialized next to him. “That was some game.”
“It was incredible.” Almost as good as that kiss. Shit!
“Would you like to meet the players?” Williams asked.
“Most assuredly!” Kayne picked up a sleeping Isabelle—how she'd managed to sleep through all that noise
he had no idea—and followed Jessica, who held Gracie, and the other kids, out onto
the ice.
***
Jess stood back and watched while Kayne intermingled with the players, shaking hands
and introducing the kids. She was amazed that he included them. Jarred would have
insisted she keep the kids off the ice so he could interact with the players. Ha,
who was she kidding? He would have insisted
“All five of us.” Kayne chuckled pointing to himself as one of the kids.
Jessica rolled her eyes. “By all means, lead the way Peter Pan.”
***
Nearly an hour later, drinks and snacks in hand, they followed Williams down the concourse
and through a short tunnel into the lower seating area. The man kept walking right
up to the glass, then toward center ice.
Holy hell!
Most hockey fans would sell their soul to be sitting at the glass, center ice, during
any game, much less the playoffs. Jess was momentarily speechless. She’d never imagined
anything like this when she'd called in the favor for tickets.
Kayne ushered them into the aisle in front of him. “I'll take the end seat, if that's
okay?”
Jess knew it was the die-hard cop putting himself between them and danger, but she
couldn't resist a little ribbing. She laughed. “Wouldn't have anything to do with
the fact that that’s the center line seat, would it?”
“No, of course not.” His expression was pure innocence.
Jess had planned on sitting at the opposite end to be the other “kid goalie” but when
an argument broke out over who got to sit by Kayne, Jess solved the problem diplomatically.
She took the seat herself.
It seemed like such a good idea until she realized how much room Kayne took up. His
leg and arm constantly brushed against hers, making it difficult to concentrate on one of the most spectacular games she'd ever
seen.
Kayne amazed her. As focused as he was on the game, he never lost track of the kids.
The moment one of them left their seat, he had his eye on them, and he didn't get
angry if it took his attention away from the game. Jess couldn't help but feel disloyal
to Jarred when she realized she was measuring him against what she saw in Kayne. The
simple truth couldn't be avoided: Jarred never would have taken her and the kids to
something like this, much less been a good sport about it.
Jess was on the edge of her seat as the last few seconds of the third period wore
down. The Coyotes were ahead by one, but the Redwings had the puck.
“5, 4, 3, 2...1!” Everyone erupted in cheers. The 'Yotes had won.
Before she realized how or why, Jess was in Kayne's arms. He lifted her off the ground,
hugging her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist,
and she was kissing him, or kissing him back, she wasn't quite sure. Lost in the moment,
she didn't care.
***
Kayne found his arms full of luscious female, not certain how she'd gotten there.
The initial kiss only lasted a moment, barely long enough to register her soft lips
against his firm ones. But the feel of her body? Her arms wrapped firmly around his neck, those tight thighs snug against his hips,
his hands cupping her ass— Oh yeah. That was Richter Scale worthy. He couldn't resist dipping his head for another taste of her sweetness. The
world all but disappeared around them as she melted into him.
The Redwing's player being checked against the glass directly in front of them broke
the spell, and Kayne set her down and stepped away. Holy hell, he was not into public
displays, and he'd all but devoured her in front of God and everybody. As penance,
his jeans were suddenly about three sizes too small.
Williams materialized next to him. “That was some game.”
“It was incredible.” Almost as good as that kiss. Shit!
“Would you like to meet the players?” Williams asked.
“Most assuredly!” Kayne picked up a sleeping Isabelle—how she'd managed to sleep through all that noise
he had no idea—and followed Jessica, who held Gracie, and the other kids, out onto
the ice.
***
Jess stood back and watched while Kayne intermingled with the players, shaking hands
and introducing the kids. She was amazed that he included them. Jarred would have
insisted she keep the kids off the ice so he could interact with the players. Ha,
who was she kidding? He would have insisted
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