~Lynlee~
I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or groan at the sight of a professional hockey player holding a pink sign with kittens and my name on it outside the arrival gate. I had to give him points for the cheesiness of it all; it seemed he was going to put effort into this facade.
“Long time no see,” I said as I approached him.
“Too long,” he smiled. When I stopped, he leaned down and kissed my cheek. Grabbing my bag, he motioned toward the doors. “Shall we?”
“So chivalrous,” I teased.
“I do intend to make this as amicable as possible. I’m thinking of this as friends with the illusion of more. Very comfortable friends,” he laughed.
“Very comfortable friends?” Alexander led me over to his car, parked against the curb of the pickup area. A pickup area with many signs indicating the
