I grinned at her, stroking my stomach. I was only just starting to show, but it had recently become headline news. That was another reason we’d decided to give this interview.

“Yeah. At least there’s always someone about to do night feedings,” I joked, and the interviewer laughed along with me.

“Any idea who the father is?” she asked, making Devan scowl.

I patted his thigh gently. “Of course I do. It’s Devan,” I said softly. “And Rigby and River. They’re all the father. The exact paternity isn’t something we need or want to know unless there's a medically necessary reason for it.”

She nodded. “Understandable.” She looked at her notes, and then turned her attention to Rigby. “Some people are saying polyamory is the key to winning the Stanley Cup. Congratulations again, guys. As a lifelong IceCaps fan, I couldn’t be happier for the win.”

Rigby grinned, and damn, the man was disarming. The poor interviewer looked like she’d been struck by lightning. “We had a lot to win for, and we’re stoked that we could bring the Cup home to Ann Arbor. It’s easier to focus on hockey when we aren’t constantly being hounded.”

The interviewer got serious. “Andrea Esperanza was sentenced last week, receiving a life sentence with a twenty-year non-parole period for the attempted murder of yourself, and the conspiracy to murder your infant. Do you find comfort knowing she is behind bars?”

I hated talking about Andrea, but I knew with her recent sentencing, it was going to be a question that came up in this interview. “Miss Esperanza was extremely unwell, and I hope she gets the help she needs while incarcerated.”

The interviewer's eyes were soft with understanding. “So, can you tell me how your story started?

I grinned, looking between my guys. This story I didn’t mind telling, because although it had a tragic beginning, it had a happy ending.

“It started, I guess, with a knock at the door…”

Acknowledgments

This book took a village to create, more so than normal. As an Australian, I like ice hockey, but there’s nothing quite like living and breathing the sport. So I needed help, and my amazing readers provided. Honestly, you guys are the best.

Firstly, I have to thank Pascal Morency for answering all my inane hockey questions, from training and travel, right through to the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was super informative and he was so patient, so if the hockey scenes in this book feel authentic, you can thank Pascal for that! If you find any errors though, that’s on me and my terrible note taking. “I’ll remember that” is the biggest lie I tell myself daily.