I sat in the passenger seat of the car, my hand resting on my stomach, watching the iron gates swing open. The gates didn't feel like they were closing me in these day.
l no longer feel a certain sense of dread when l got here and I was surprisingly looking forward to my visit.
Beside me, Luca’s hands were gripped tight on the steering wheel. I could see the muscle in his jaw working.
He was the Captain of the New York Rangers, a man who faced giant athletes on the ice every night, but today, he was nervous.
"You okay?" I asked softly, reaching over to place my hand on his arm.
Luca let out a long breath and offered me a small, tight smile. "I’ve had thirty thousands people screaming name and waiting to meet me. But meeting your father officially? This feels a lot more intense. I j
