Sebastian POVThe private elevator rose in absolute silence, the numbers on the digital panel ticking upward toward the penthouse suite. The air inside the glass capsule felt different from the stadium, warm, filtered, and heavy with the scent of polished wood and leather. Elliot leaned against the mirrored back wall, his eyes shut. He had stripped off his hockey pads in the garage, leaving him in a black cotton training shirt and loose track pants. His skin looked gray under the recessed halogen lights.I kept my hand on the small of his back, feeling the tremor still humming through his muscles. The elevator gave a soft chime as the doors slid apart, revealing the expansive, dark-paneled foyer of the sanctuary."Go to the bedroom," I said, my voice low. "Take a shower. Wash the ice off."Elliot uncrossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the floorboards. "Hubby, the broadcast network—""I will handle the network," I interrupted, my grip tightening on his hip for a brief second before I re
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