Page 57 of Playing to Win

“Yeah. Looks like he wants to talk to you and Braydon,” Jayna said. “I just came along for support.”

Hunter nudged his wife and she rolled her eyes. “I brought my support person as well. Shall we go see what he’s up to?”

Jayna and I exchanged a glance, since we had a good idea. Faith had turned to the hostess, but Hunter caught us and frowned.

We followed her to a small room at the back of the restaurant with a door to make the room private. Frank Devereaux was there, with a selection of drinks and food waiting for us. Once we were inside, the server said to call if we needed anything and left, closing the door behind us.

“Sit down. I didn’t expect this big a crowd.”

We shuffled to the table, finding places to sit. Jayna and I were on one side, Faith and Hunter on the other, Frank on the end.

“What’s this about, Dad?”

Frank ignored her and spoke to me. “You sure you want your girlfriend here?”

I looked at Jayna. “She already knows.”

“Knows what?”

Faith’s father continued to ignore her questions, speaking like I was the only person in the room. “How long have you known?”

I straightened my shoulders. “Found out from my mom after the game I played with Faith. Someone mentioned that you were there. She told me, in case I met you.”

He nodded. “Explains that video. When did she find out?” He jerked his head at Jayna.

I didn’t like him dismissing Jayna as “she.” Jayna was saving my professional ass, which had been jeopardized because of this jerk.

No, I’d been the one to jeopardize my future, but it had been a reaction to this man and what he’d done. “I told Jayna the next day. After the video got out.”

“Who else have you told?”

I crossed my arms. “No one. Didn’t really want the news getting out.”

His cheeks flushed.

Meanwhile, Faith had run out of patience. “What the fuck is going on here? If no one tells me now, I’m leaving.”

Frank waved a hand at me. “Mitchell is your brother.”

I jerked back at the blunt statement, andIalready knew.

Faith’s face went white and Hunter pulled her close with one arm, glaring at her father. “Nice, Frank.”

Faith drew in a breath and color returned to her face. “What the hell, Dad?” She looked angry, but not surprised.

Frank shrugged. “I just found out. Thought you should know.”

“Cut the shit. Explain how I have a brother who’s—” She turned to me. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

“And where were you born?”

“Minnesota.”

She turned back to her dad. “How do I have a twenty-four-year-old brother from Minnesota?”

Frank’s gaze shifted away. “I met someone there. Probably a scouting trip. There’s a lot of hockey talent in Minnesota. She got pregnant.”

---