Chapter 22
The suitcase by the door was different this time. It wasn't the battered duffel bag for the gym. It was a sleek, hard-shell rolling case. Jaxon was wearing a suit, charcoal gray, tailored to fit his broad shoulders perfectly, with a crisp white shirt and no tie. He looked devastatingly professional. He looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ, not in a log cabin. "Two days," he said, checking his watch. "Bus leaves the arena at noon. Game in Zurich tonight. Game in Bern tomorrow. Back late Sunday." He was reciting the schedule, but his eyes were on me. We were standing in the mudroom. Mia was already hugging his leg like a koala. "Bring me chocolate!" Mia demanded. "Swiss chocolate only," Jaxon promised, ruffling her hair. "Be good for Kelsea. No painting on the dog if we get one."
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