The Pucking Wrong Date: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series Book 3)

Camden: I’m here with the chicken tenders Olivia wanted.

Me: You really are a hero, Hero. I’ll be out in a second.

Igot out of my seat and stretched, a smile automatically hitting my lips as I stared at Olivia and our baby girl sleeping in the hospital bed in front of me.

Olivia’s eyes flew open like she’d felt me watching her.

“Hi,” she murmured tiredly, a rockstar if there ever was one. Seeing her be a mom…well, let’s say I was rethinking the ban on more children I’d instigated while I watched her during labor.

“Camden’s here with the chicken tenders you wanted. I’m going to go out and grab it.”

“Cain’s chicken tenders?” she whispered excitedly, her eyes lighting up like I’d just promised her diamonds.

“Yes, Cain’s chicken tenders,” I told her, hoping Camden had listened to that part of my directive.

Twenty points off his circle of trust application if he didn’t.

I brushed a kiss against Olivia’s forehead, taking one more second to take them in as she started to softly sing to Isabella.

It was all I could do to force myself to leave the room.

Hopefully with the cameras I had in all corners of the room…and Elaine’s presence by the door…I could make it down to the lobby and keep at least some of my sanity.

I’d given up on keeping it all.

Olivia + Isabella meant I was basically a psychopath 24/7.

Camden was sitting in a chair in the corner, staring at something on his phone when I got to the lobby. I was a little surprised that the guy wasn’t at the front desk, flirting with reception, or helping organize medical supplies—with him it could usually go either way.

“Please tell me that’s Cain’s chicken you have in that bag,” I drawled, staring at the cooler bag on the seat next to him.

“Wouldn’t dream of messing up Olivia’s order,” he grinned, unzipping it and showing off a tray of chicken tenders, fries, and Cain’s sauce.

“Ten points to Camden,” I said dramatically, and he huffed.

“At this point, it feels like the three of you are actually secret Harry Potter nerds and this is your way of role playing it undercover.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“You know—” he said, gesturing around wildly with his hands like I was supposed to understand that. “Like how they say “Ten points to Gryffindor…It’s like that.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Camden. But I’ll be sure to tell the boys how much of a big nerd you are.”

He scoffed and scowled at me, checking his phone again for the fifth time in the conversation. His scowl grew and he handed me the cooler bag. “I gotta run, but let me know if you need anything else. I can bring you guys whatever.”

What a good dude.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the day?” I asked, as he began to briskly walk away…kind of like his ass was on fire.

“I’ve got the love of my life locked in my room at the moment,” he grinned, glancing back at me with a wink. “Can’t leave her alone for long, she’s kind of grumpy.”

You know, I wasn’t really sure if he was joking…

I watched in shock…and a little awe…as he strode through the hospital with a parting wave.

I immediately pulled out my phone to text Ari and Lincoln as I turned to get back to my girls.

Me: How do we feel about kidnapping when it comes to entry into the Circle of Trust?

King Linc:?

Me: …

King Linc:…

Ari: The answer is obviously fuck yes.

Me: Good. I guess Camden’s in.