Carolina dashed upstairs and grabbed her sketch pad, then came back and sat with Evelyn. She roughed out a few sketches, allowing for Carolina’s expanding belly. With Evelyn’s suggestions, they came up with some ideas. It wasn’t yet refined but by the time they finished, they had at least a few options.
“I love these. They’re unique and beautiful for a spring wedding.”
“I’m so glad you like them. I’ll work on them some more and send you something more detailed later.”
“Take your time. You have other things to do—and now, so do I. In fact, I need to call my parents.” Evelyn grinned. “They’re going to be so thrilled.”
They hugged, and Evelyn went off to find Gray so they could do a video call with her parents.
Carolina wandered off and found Drew in the living room with her father, talking politics of all things. She leaned against the doorway listening to them argue current events. It was fascinating to hear him hold his own. He didn’t agree with everything her father stood for, in fact he deeply opposed some points. She knew her father would respect Drew’s viewpoint. And to Drew’s credit, he didn’t get angry, just listened to her father speak about the things he believed in and why. It was a very civil discussion and Drew was polite, but passionate, just as her father was.
She was impressed. When her father looked up and saw her, he smiled.
“Care to jump into the fray?” he asked.
Carolina grinned. “Not on your life. I’ve had way too many political arguments with you over the years. I know how many hours those can last.”
Her father laughed and stood. “Oh, come on. It was good practice in standing up for yourself and what you believe in. Unfortunately, I have a few calls to make, so I’ll have to leave the two of you.”
Her dad shook Drew’s hand. “If you ever decide to leave hockey and join politics, I’d say you have a good future ahead of you.”
Drew laughed. “I think I’m fine right where I am, sir, but I enjoyed the discussion.”
Her dad walked by and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then left and headed down the hall to his office, leaving her with Drew.
“Eventful Christmas Day,” he said.
“I’ll say.”
“So, it’s a pretty big deal for you to design Evelyn’s wedding dress, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Which means a lot for you to do with everything else you have going on. Can you handle it?”
“For family, I can handle it.”
He slung an arm around her shoulder. “Well, aren’t you just a superhero?”
She laughed. “Not quite. But I’m used to multitasking. And I work very well under pressure.”
“Do you? You mean like the pressure of one of your family members possibly walking in at any moment and catching me running my fingers up your leg?” He laid his hand on her thigh. It had been such a busy day, and she’d missed his touch. Part of her wanted to move away, but she was enjoying it too much.
“I should finish packing, see what my Mom is up to.” But she didn’t move.
“Or . . . you could kiss me.”
She leveled a warning glance at him. “Drew. We’re hardly seventeen.”
“I know. That’s what makes this so much fun.”
“And I think my parents have had enough shocks today.”
He leaned back. “Would it be so shocking to find out you and I are seeing each other?”
“Is that what we’re doing? Seeing each other?”
He tunneled his fingers in her hair and gave her that wickedly devastating smile that never failed to curl her toes. “I definitely see you. Do you see me?”
Her gaze darted down the hall, but she knew it would be a couple hours before her father resurfaced. She had no idea where her mother had disappeared to.
“Carolina.” Drew cupped her chin and turned her to face him. “What are you so afraid of?”
She had no idea. But when he leaned in and brushed his lips across hers, she forgot all about everyone else in the house. He tugged her against him and, though he kept the kiss light and easy, she wanted more. She laid her hand on his chest and clutched his shirt, taking in his breath, the hard plane of his body, and how safe she always felt in his arms.
He pulled away before she did, leaving her dizzy and wanting more. His eyes had gone dark, filled with desire.
“I want so much more than that, you know,” he said.
She swallowed, hard, and wondered if he meant the kiss, or something more.
EIGHTEEN
DREW’S TEAM HAD THREE GAMES IN BETWEEN CHRISTMAS and New Year’s Eve. The break had been great, but his head was fully in game mode again. Winning at least one game on the road had helped. Maybe the break had been good for them, because he felt fired up and ready to kick some ass.
Tonight they were playing Colorado, they were back in the Garden, and they were all confident this would be the push they needed to start on a winning streak.
He loved being out on the home ice. Loved the smell of it, the way he knew every corner of it, and the way the home crowd fans got into the game with their noise.