Freya's pov

The apartment in Seattle has floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the sound and I stand at them every morning with my coffee watching the ferries cross back and forth and thinking about how far I've traveled to get here.

Two years have passed since the ceremony and eighteen months since I signed with the Seattle Storm and some days I still can't believe this is my actual life.

"You're up early again," Sebastian observes from behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and rests ...