You Again (The Elmwood Stories #1) Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Elmwood Stories Series by Lane Hayes
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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“Are you kidding me?” Vinnie finally replied, his cheeks pink from the chill. “That was awesome! Who’s kickin’ Fallbrook’s ass next weekend?”

“We are!” Mary-Kate slapped his hand in an enthusiastic high five, waving when she spotted me on the deck. “Hey, Uncle Nol, did you see that? I made a corner shot from the snowbank. That’s like half the rink!”

“Amazing! I brought you a little something to warm up.” I held up the thermos. “You two have been out here for a while. I thought you might need a refreshment.”

She skated over, pulling her gloves off. “Thank you. Is it okay if I make peppermint tea instead? After I help pick up the pucks.”

“Don’t worry about cleanup. I got it,” Vinnie said, tugging at the pink ball on her knit hat. “Make your tea and while you’re at it, decorate the tree for us.”

Mary-Kate snickered, kneeling to untie her skates and stuff her feet into the boots she’d left by the deck. “By myself? No way, it’s huge. I’ll organize the ornaments now, though. My dad will be here in an hour. He can help too.”

She was gone before either of us could respond. I set the thermos down and waited for the back door to click shut, then wrapped my arms around Vinnie’s neck and kissed him breathless.

He fluttered his eyelashes as if coming out of a trance. “What was that for?”

“For being the best guncle ever. And the best boyfriend too,” I gushed.

“Almost-husband,” he corrected.

True.

So, what was that all about? Well, Vinnie proposed in Paris on a bench overlooking the Seine in October and of course, I said yes. He wanted to commemorate the occasion by carving our initials…I said no to that one. Technically, we were secretly engaged at that point. He’d also asked me to marry him in the parking lot at St. Finbarr’s in August on what he called our official one-year anniversary.

A proposal in a weed-infested lot on a mosquito-infested, hot summer night shouldn’t have been romantic in the slightest, but it was.

Vinnie had brought candles, had lain a blanket on the steps under the arch and secured the edges with the finest “crystally” rocks he’d found in the creek. He’d cut the vines away from the wall to reveal his old artwork, gotten down on one knee, and said something utterly romantic like, “I want to marry you, Nol. Say yes and I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy. And the faster you agree, the sooner we can get outta here. These motherfucking mosquitos are eating me alive.”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

Somehow, he’d talked me into helping him carve our names and the date into the wall while I’d grumbled that we’d spend our first night as an engaged couple in the pokey for trespassing and vandalism.

“Nah, we’re good. I bought this place from the church. I have an architect coming by later this month to draw up plans for the youth center, sports and fitness facility—kind of an annex to the rink. I finally talked Ronnie into remodeling the El Rink, but it’s never going to be big enough for the programs we want to run. I own the land next door too,” he’d said, gesturing to the empty field in the distance. “We’ll build there and make the church into a bookstore. For the kid. And no, I won’t make a habit of defacing the brick, but I’m definitely leaving this art right where it is. For posterity and shit.”

I lifted my champagne flute and tapped it against his, my smile threatening to split my face in half. “To posterity and shit.”

That was so Vinnie—my accidentally romantic hero. The man who’d come home to sort through the past before dealing with his future was the first to admit his life had taken a series of unexpected turns since he’d announced his retirement from the NHL a year and a half ago.

He came out as bisexual, relocated to Elmwood for good, became joint owner of the Elmwood Rink, broke ground on the youth center, started the girls’ twelve and under league, got Mary-Kate to join that team, and agreed to be head coach of the juniors club team. His goal was to put Elmwood on the map as a hockey town powerhouse. I had a feeling it was going to happen.

Next summer, Elmwood would open the first-ever five-week organized hockey camp for teens coached by some of the biggest names in the NHL, including his good friend, Trunk Thoreau.

It was a wild fantasy come to life. Something my father wouldn’t have thought possible. However, Vinnie saw things differently. This town had fostered him and given him wings that led him to a career and wealth beyond his wildest dreams. He figured that it was only right to give back. And the town was flourishing as a result.


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