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  1. Dedication
  2. 1. Declan
  3. Declan
  4. 2. Hannah
  5. Hannah
  6. 3. Hannah
  7. Hannah
  8. 4. Hannah
  9. Hannah
  10. 5. Declan
  11. Declan
  12. 6. Hannah
  13. Hannah
  14. 7. Declan
  15. Declan
  16. 8. Declan
  17. Declan
  18. 9. Hannah
  19. Hannah
  20. 10. Declan
  21. Declan
  22. 11. Hannah
  23. Hannah
  24. 12. Declan
  25. Declan
  26. 13. Hannah
  27. Hannah
  28. 14. Declan
  29. Declan
  30. 15. Hannah
  31. Hannah
  32. 16. Hannah
  33. Hannah
  34. 17. Declan
  35. Declan
  36. 18. Hannah
  37. Hannah
  38. 19. Hannah
  39. Hannah
  40. 20. Hannah
  41. Hannah
  42. 21. Declan
  43. Declan
  44. 22. Hannah
  45. Hannah
  46. 23. Declan
  47. Declan
  48. 24. Hannah
  49. Hannah
  50. 25. Declan
  51. Declan
  52. 26. Hannah
  53. Hannah
  54. 27. Declan
  55. Declan
  56. 28. Hannah
  57. Hannah
  58. 29. Declan
  59. Declan
  60. 30. Hannah
  61. Hannah
  62. 31. Declan
  63. Declan
  64. 32. Hannah
  65. Hannah
  66. 33. Hannah
  67. Hannah
  68. 34. Declan
  69. Declan
  70. 35. Hannah
  71. Hannah
  72. 36. Declan
  73. Declan
  74. 37. Hannah
  75. Hannah
  76. 38. Declan
  77. Declan
  78. 39. Hannah
  79. Hannah
  80. 40. Declan
  81. Declan
  82. 41. Hannah
  83. Hannah
  84. 42. Declan
  85. Declan
  86. 43. Hannah
  87. Hannah
  88. 44. Declan
  89. Declan
  90. 45. Hannah
  91. Hannah
  92. 46. Hannah
  93. Hannah
  94. 47. Declan
  95. Declan
  96. 48. Hannah
  97. Hannah
  98. 49. Declan
  99. Declan
  100. 50. Hannah
  101. Hannah
  102. 51. Declan
  103. Declan
  104. Epilogue
  105. Hannah
  106. Epilogue Two
  107. Grant
  108. Books by Nikki Lawson

But he must know that it’s still on my mind, because when he parks the car at the venue a few minutes later, he pulls me against him as we walk toward the entrance, letting me feel how hard he is against my hip.

“Just wait until I get you home tonight, hummingbird,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

44. Declan

Chapter 44

Declan

The law school alumni mixer is being held in a sprawling ballroom that screams old money and privilege. Crystal chandeliers hang overhead, illuminating the sea of designer suits and cocktail dresses below. One glance tells me everything I need to know—this crowd makes NHL salaries look like pocket change.

I’m no stranger to fancy events these days, but there’s fancy and then there’s whatever this is.

For the first time, it reminds me that Hannah and I come from very different worlds. That doesn’t necessarily have to mean anything, but as I watch her stride in beside me, her arm in mine, she looks like a natural. Like she’s done this a million times before, and she probably has. Growing up as the daughter of one of the NHL’s best coaches made sure of that.

I straighten my shoulders and adjust my cuffs, reminding myself that I belong here now too. These days, I move in these circles—different sport, same league. And while I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, I’ve earned my place at tables like these through blood, sweat, and broken bones on the ice.

My mom worked double shifts so I could chase my dream, and now here I am, with my coach’s daughter on my arm and a contract that would make her weep with pride. If these people want to judge me for not having the right pedigree, let them try. I’ve faced down 250-pound defensemen at full speed—I can handle a few judgmental stares.

As soon as we merge with the crowd, a switch seems to flip in Hannah. When I offer to go to the bar to get us drinks, she kisses my cheek and lets go of my arm, then drifts into the sea of people, several of whom recognize her instantly. I watch in awe as she effortlessly glides among them, saying hi and schmoozing like she was born for this. This isn’t a side of Hannah I’ve seen before, and again, it shouldn’t be a surprise considering she’s probably been doing this kind of thing her entire life, but it’s still a sight to behold.