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It’s like she sees beyond Cayden Blade, the NHL goalie, to the man behind the mask.

McCormick follows her gaze before a knowing smirk pulls at his mouth. “Well, we’re glad to officially have you on our side now.”

“What makes you think I picked a side?” She teases, bringing the wine glass to her lips.

“You wore his hoodie to the game,” Foxx snorts from the sectional. “That’s basically a legally binding contract in this league next to wearing his jersey.”

Luna’s cheeks turn pink, and my chest tightens at the sight. Fuck, she’s gorgeous when she blushes.

“It was cold,” she defends.

“Sure it was,” Hayes chuckles around a mouthful of fries.

“Looks way better on you anyway,” I say, taking a sip of my drink and meeting her eyes.

“Not going to argue with you there,” Foxx laughs, and I throw an annoyed look his way.

“I’m just glad we are adding to our lucky charms,” Hayes adds. “After tonight, it’s clear Blade has one now. That’s two games he went into beast mode with you in the stands,” he grins. “With you and Savi at our games, they may as well put us on the Stanley right now.”

“I don’t know about being a lucky charm,” Luna laughs, shaking her head. “He was playing in beast mode long before I showed up.”

“Just calling them like I see them,” Hayes says, throwing his hands in the air and walking backwards with a grin before turning and heading to a table full of girls sitting just outside our area.

“Either way, you are stuck with us until the end of the season,” Foxx chuckles. “We don’t mess around with what is working. And this,” he says, motioning between Luna and me, “is working in our favor. If Blade doesn’t give you his ticket for the rest of the season, I will.”

I should argue the fact or blow it off like it’s nothing, but I can’t.

I do play better when she’s in the stands.

Shaking her head and laughing, I can tell she’s not taking it seriously. But Foxx is right.

In hockey, if it’s working, you don’t touch it.

And right now, if having Luna in the stands helps me get our team to the cup…

Then I’m going to make for damn sure she is.

THIRTY

LUNA

I try to focus on the conversation around us, but it’s hard to concentrate with Cayden leaning back in the chair across from me. I swear he chose that exact spot so I would have no choice but to squirm all night under his gaze that always seems to land on me.

He shed his jacket a few minutes ago, and with his cuffs rolled up and an open collar, all I want to do is crawl up on his lap and purr like a kitten.

I cross my legs to get more comfortable, and his eyes drift to my thighs.

I knew these boots were a good idea.

A dangerous look appears in his eyes as he casually pulls out his phone. His thumb moves over the keyboard, and a second later, mine vibrates in my purse.

Glancing down, I reach inside my handbag and see a text from Cayden.

Mr. Booty Call

I have an itch.

My eyes flick to his, and a smirk plays on his lips.