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Her eyes blink in surprise when she notices me standing here as she takes in Cayden’s hand in mine. “Who’s this?”

“Luna.” His lip twitches at the corner as he looks at me. “This is Stevie, one of our PRs,” he explains.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I smile.

She peers at me through the top of her glasses, and I get the feeling that Stevie isn’t easy to win over.

“That’s to be determined,” she mutters, glancing at Cayden.

“Luna’s with me, Stevie. You want me in press, then she’s coming.”

“Fine,” she mutters, turning and walking away.

“I don’t want to cause any problems,” I whisper as we follow Stevie down the hall. “I can wait here.”

“Not going to happen,” he chuckles softly. “Stevie’s just protective. Once she knows you’re not here for the name on my jersey, she’ll warm up.”

“I actually admire that. It can’t be easy keeping you guys in line.”

“No, I don’t suppose it is,” he laughs. “Hayes alone is a full-time job.”

“I can see that,” I giggle.

We stop in front of the press room, and Stevie turns to us.

“You know the drill, Blade. Twenty minutes and try not to say something that I’ll be busting ass to cover up for the next few days,” she says, causing him to roll his eyes. “And you.” She turns her gaze to me. “Stand with me in the back and no talking. It’s bad enough you are going to draw attention with his jersey on, we don’t need you saying something that could hurt his career, too.”

I feel Cayden stiffen beside me, and I place my hand on his arm to let him know it’s okay. She’s just doing her job, and I get that.

Opening the door, Stevie ushers us in, but when I go to drop Cayden’s hand and follow her, I’m pulled back to his side as he smiles down at me with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, feeling the cameras start to flash around us.

“Drawing attention,” he smirks as his lips press to mine in front of the whole world to see before breaking away with a grin.

“Stevie is going to kill you,” I say quietly, fighting a smile.

“Let her try and bury that in the media tomorrow,” he winks before walking over to the table lined with mics.

I nervously scan the crowd, and the reporters look just as stunned as I am as they video record the whole thing.

My face heats up as I quickly walk to where Stevie is standing. She’s watching my every move as I stop next to her and turn toward the front to watch the interview.

“I stand corrected,” she murmurs under her breath.

I turn toward her voice, and she’s watching Cayden deflect personal questions and stick to the game win. A small hint of a smile tugs at her lips, surprising me.

“I don’t understand,” I shake my head.

She’s quiet for a minute, watching Cayden answer another question about the final save.

“That man sitting up there?” she says softly. “That’s the one everyone knows.”

I look back at Cayden and see his eyes drift to me before going back to the reporter.

“Blade,” I say quietly, seeing the way he controls the room.

Stevie nods beside me.