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“But what about your son’s team?” I raise my hands in the air in question.
“Ethan has too much of a short temper for his position, while the Cyclones’ center is much more focused and cold-blooded.”
“They might end up facing each other in the Stanley Cup final,” I interject, getting excited about hockey for the first time in a very long time.
“Oh, yeah!” he realizes, a smile creeping across his face. “That would be something.”
I lean back with a pleased smile, grateful to feel closer to Ethan’s father.
“You know…” he turns to me once more. I lean forward in interest as he continues, “I liked Amanda.”
“Oh,” I reply uncertainly. “Is that good or bad?”
“It’s good,” he pats my hand gently. “Because I like you too. And just like Amanda, you’re bringing a baby to the family too, and that is wonderful!”
“Oh, you’re making me blush, Thomas,” I say, giggling.
“Well, it’s the truth.” He pats my hand again.
Ethan returns with our drinks. While Ethan and his dad discuss what’s on TV, I reflect on the irony of “meeting” the Matthews for the second time.
Chapter Thirty-Four
ETHAN
Mia has been forcing a strained smile ever since mom criticized the only dish on the table that Mia made from scratch.
She got so red I thought she was going to explode. But no, Mia kept her cool like a lady.
My parents decide to leave shortly after dinner since mom is the one who drives, and she doesn’t want to get sleepy before they arrive home.
Mia waves them out through the door, to then hide behind it. She lets out a huge sigh of relief, finally letting that awkward smile fall from her face.
“Are you okay?” I ask her with a chuckle.
“I thought they were never going to leave!” Mia cries out, then leans into my arms.
“Oh no, my mother’s bed is less than an hour away. No way she is going to sleep on someone else’s,” I say, rubbing her back. “But this was nice, wasn’t it?”
I look at Mia, eager for her answer. Alright, maybe too eager, but I really want her and my mom to get along.
“Ethan…” She buries her face in my chest. “You know your mom is one tough cookie to chew, but…”
“Oh, these ‘buts’…” I say jokingly.
“If— and I mean if— I can start to ignore Glenda’s remarks about me,” she raises a finger in the air but doesn’t look at me, “I think we are going to be okay. She’s a pest out of love.”
She looks up at me. Her makeup is ruined, and so is my shirt, but I don't even care. She’s so beautiful.
“Yeah, yeah, she is…” I murmur, pushing her gently toward the couch, my fingers already reaching for the thin straps of her dress.
Mia wraps her arms around my neck, her lips brushing against mine as she whispers, “What do you think you’re doing, mister?”
“What do I think I’m doing?” I ask, my voice low and husky, as I lift her into my arms and place her softly on the couch. My gaze locks with hers, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.
I kneel between her legs, my fingers slipping off her white-floral slippers. I start tickling her, my touch light and playful. Mia’s head tilts back in a fit of giggles, her laughter filling the room. I continue until her laughter turns into breathless gasps, her legs nearly kicking me in the face.
When she begs me to stop, I move my hands up to her knees, positioning them around my neck. I bury my nose against the soft fabric of her lace panties, inhaling her sweet scent.
