Chapter Ten––––––––
Although the Nighthawks were back from their road trip, Dusty’s team was still on the road, finishing up games in upstate New York. Matt had been on the phone with her every day. He dialed her first thing along with his morning coffee. Connecting with her had become a habit, like his mug of java. Stubborn as steel, he’d never admit that he missed her.
On the way to the locker room to suit up for a game, he got a text.
Coming home tomorrow night. Miss you.
His face broke into a huge grin.
“What’s up?” Dan asked.
“Dusty’s coming home tomorrow.”
“Great! We’re here for a week before we hit the road again.”
“Yeah. I’m thinking about asking her to move in with me.”
“Move in?” Dan raised his eyebrows. “I thought you didn’t want to get serious.”
“I don’t. But it’s muc
