Page 262 of Broken Saint

“Do you have plans, or did you want to grab a drink before heading home?” Luca asks.

I think of the empty apartment waiting for me and make a very quick decision.

“A drink sounds great.”

We head to a bar that’s not far from the facility. The owner is a huge Saints fan and loves it whenever any of us visits. He also ensures that we’re not bothered by any of his other customers.

We grab our usual table hidden at the back of the bar and Kane orders a round of soda. Not exactly the kind of drink I had in mind, but these guys have a game to prepare for this weekend.

I watch the two of them catching up on the training session they’ve just had, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

Luca glances over and pauses, his brow wrinkling as he studies me.

“What?” I ask.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that look on your face before,” he admits.

“He’s in looooove,” Kane sings.

“Nah, he’s always been in love. I think he’s just finally figured out what it really means.”

“You two are assholes.”

“That may be true, but we’re right, aren’t we?”

“Possibly,” I mutter before lifting my drink to my lips.

“So, how is Ella?” Kane asks.

“As if you don’t already know.”

He smiles at me. Letty might have promised to keep our secret until we’re ready to tell the world, but something tells me that Kane doesn’t count.

“Wanna hear it from you, man,” he says.

“She’s good. We’re good. We’re really good.”

“At fucking last,” Luca announces, lifting his glass in the air. “So, when are you bringing her home?”

“Soon. Real fucking soon.”

I think about our house, about all the plans Letty and I made this morning. I think about the nursery for our little one, and watching him or her grow. I picture us as a family doing all the mundane things that not so long ago didn’t interest me in the slightest, but now, they seem like the most exciting things in the world.

Ella. Our baby. Our future.

There isn’t anything more exciting than that.

67

ELLA

Istand in the arrivals section of the airport with butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach as I wait for the doors to open and my man to appear.

He’s here. I’ve been tracking his plane. I know he landed a little over thirty minutes ago, and I know that any moment, I’m going to get to lay my eyes on him again.

The new piece of jewelry burns around my ring finger, reminding me of what happened the last time we were here.

I’m glad he had a ring, because if it weren’t for that, I probably wouldn’t have believed it happened.