He immediately reached out to see if Lucy was in the bed with him and sighed when he realized she wasn’t. Where was she? Had she left him? Sitting up, he immediately put a hand to his head, which throbbed like he’d had it bounced off the boards and the ice before taking an elbow to the face and dropping gloves with Ryan Flinn. Of course, the NHL’s biggest bruisers were nothing compared to blue demons. He probably should be grateful his head was still attached. A headache was a small price to pay for still being alive. But if Lucy wasn’t here, would it matter that he was still breathing? He didn’t want to live without her. She’d told him she loved him. Where was his goddess now? Had she brought him back to his apartment so she could disappear? His heart fucking hurt at the thought. He took a deep breath in preparation for swinging his legs off the side of the bed and caught her scent.
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