Page 93 of Another Hit

“Shh,” I nipped his ear. “He’s working hard.”

Maxim pulled back and his gaze settled on the kids, who were now on the other side of the rink. “Because he loves the game?”

A worry line settled between his brows. I smoothed it.

“Yes, Maxim. Because he loves it.”

Maxim gave a short, stiff nod. “Okay, then.”

I snuggled up against my husband and watched our boys play the sport he’d shared with them—taught them to love. “Okay.”

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