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The two of them now.

He leaned back. “There’s something I need to tell you, RJ.”

She glanced at her mother, then back to him.

“Coco has a son. And he’s very sick. That’s why we need to go to the hospital.”

“She has a son?”

He nodded, and the wordsAnd his father is your brotherhedged his lips. But he’d already overstepped once. Maybe he should let Wyatt tell the rest.

“Yeah. And I need to make sure he’s safe.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m responsible for him.”

She frowned, considering him for a long moment. Then she nodded.

But oddly, she dropped his hand as they headed back out of the market.

Wyatt was afather. More importantly, he was a father to a little boy who was probably scared and maybe in pain and alone and—

With everything inside him, he was going to be the best father on the face of the earth. Teach Mikka how to skate and shoot and if he wanted, play goalie. Read him stories, play zoom with him, tickle him, rock him to sleep.

His son would know him. Have the dad the kid deserved, starting with the fact thatnothingwas going to get between Wyatt and the Seattle Children’s Hospital.

Not customs.

Not a rainstorm.

And especially not his rather irate and unreasonable coach, Jace Jacobsen.

Unfortunately, Jace had spotted him at Sea-Tac Airport while loading up the team bus. Of all the bad timing…

Maybe if Wyatt had seen Jace making a beeline for him as he stood on the sidewalk waiting for his Uber, he still might have been able to dodge him.

The storm had delayed all the incoming flights, landing them one after another. They rode through it for nearly six hours, clanging and bumping through clouds and wind pockets.

At least it gave him a reason to hang on to Coco.

Will you marry me?The words had traveled out of his heart nearly to emerge from his lips a number of times, but frankly, he didn’t want to do it on a rust bucket An-12.

He wanted to propose over candlelight and dinner, do something right for a change.

In fact, he was going to do itallright, starting with making sure his son had the best medical care in the nation. According to his text from York, they’d landed in Seattle hours ago, and Mikka was already checked in.

“Marshall!”

The voice brought Wyatt around, and he drew in a long breath as Coco put a hand on his arm. “Who’s that?”

“My coach,” he said as Jace strode up to him. He looked better rested than Wyatt, had probably ridden in first class instead of on a ratty, lumpy jump seat.

Wyatt felt like he’d ridden the entire way in the luggage compartment, his ears still buzzing, and he could hardly move from the pain in his hips, thank you.

Jace wore a suit jacket, his earbuds hanging from around his neck, and radiated a sort of anger reserved for when he was contemplating pulling Wyatt from the game.

“Hey, Coach.” Wyatt kept his voice easy.