Out of the Blue {Jonathan Toews}

Chapter 13

{Christine}

Jonathan had insisted that we go by this ice cream place down the street from the cafe we were at, even though I was full.

We both now had ice cream cones, and he reminded me of a little boy as he ate it.

"You have a little something, on your nose," I giggled.

"You think that's funny?" he asked with a grin. "How about now?" I gave him a questioning look. That's when he reached over and pushed his ice cream into my face. He laughed at me as I stared at him in shock.

"You're awful," I whined, wiping ice cream off my cheek.

"You missed a spot," he said, his tone dropping.

"Where?" I asked, reaching my hands up to my face.

"Here," he said as he took my hands and pressed his lips onto mine. I felt myself smile as he pulled away. He grinned.

"Okay, fine, I forgive you for shoving ice cream in my face," I laughed as we continued to walk down the street.

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The rest of the day, we mostly walked around and Jonathan gave me a tour of the city. He'd spent a lot of time there when his brother played there.

I sat on my couch, drinking tea, thinking about the day. It was the least stressful day I'd had in a long time. Plus, Jonathan was so easy going and easy to talk to. He told me he had earned the name of captain serious, but that was only on the ice and after games.

I could tell. The guy was a total goof, but I really loved having him around. I ran my hand through my hair and turned on the TV as my phone rang. I hit mute on the TV and looked at my phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey," Jonathan replied

"What's up?" I asked. "Didn't get enough of me today?" He laughed.

"Well, you know it's getting close to Christmas," he said.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"We have a few days off and I'm going to head to Canada to see my family and I want you to come," he said, sounding kind of shy. It was sweet.

"I'd love to go with you," I answered. "Luckily I already got the time off."

"Good, cause I wasn't going to take no for an answer."

"Oh really now?" I asked, raising my eyebrow, even though he couldn't see me. I heard him laugh.

"Yes, really," he replied. I laughed.

"Okay, then, Mr. Tough Guy."

"Why thank you. Patrick's complaining about me being on the phone, so I should go."

"Okay. Goodnight, Jonathan."

"Goodnight, Christine," he replied in a half yawn voice. I smiled before I hung up.

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Jonathan and I had slipped into the routine of me knowing when his games were and he just showing up out front without calling me. It was comforting to have a routine with him.

In fact, I was just leaving. I pulled my Toews jersey over my head before grabbing my leather messenger bag and heading out the door.

"Where are you going?" I heard a vice behind me say. I turned around and saw Brianna.

"I'm going to the game," I told her, turning around. "I go to every game."

"Of course."

"What's that mean?" I asked.