Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey Series Book 4)

The last few weeks without her have been hell. I check the incoming flights and watch as the arrival board showing NCE to MSP flips from

EXPECTED 10:10 PM to LANDED.

She’s home.

I check which baggage carousel her luggage will come from and make my way over to the nearest security checkpoint. The sooner I see her, the better. Her absence has eaten me up; I want her in my arms again. I pace with my fingers threaded over the hat she knit me. Fucking love that she gave me a handmade gift, it helped me feel closer to her while she was away.

Ten minutes go by with no sign of Jordan. Where is she? People trickle through, then I see her blonde hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and she’s wearing one of my sweatshirts. My heart hammers behind my ribcage.

We lock eyes, and she quickens her pace with a growing smile. When we get our hands on each other, I’m astounded by the instantaneous comfort. I wrap her in my arms and dip my face to her neck, breathing her in. I can’t get enough. We rock back and forth. This is my girl.

“Fuck, I missed you.” My voice is muffled against her shoulder.

“I don’t want to be away from you that long again,” she whispers.

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She squeezes me tighter and sighs. “I already am.”