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“Adults, my ass. Bean is our little sister,” Asher retorts, forgetting our age gap.
“Would you all just grow up? We didn’t know you’d be back here so quickly,” I say.
“Sorry,” Elyna says. “It was getting late, and I wanted Braden in his crib or else he would end up waking up. I was scared he’d be super cranky if he was overtired.”
“Don’t apologize,” Luc says. “We’ll head back over to the barbecue.”
“Good idea, we left Phoenix and Becket alone,” Eric says.
“Thanks for your help with Braden,” Elyna says to my brothers. They end up walking back to the main house with us. Nobody says a word, and yup, it’s super awkward when your older brothers catch you having sex with your boyfriend, whoalso happens to be friends with them too. I’ll have to make a note not to get caught again.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Luc
My head is against the headrest as we fly back to Riverside for another year of school. Our senior year. Who would have thought my life would look the way it does. I cut off all ties to my father. Elyna is working full time at the microbrewery and got Braden into one of the better daycares in town. Izzy and I are solid. There is just one thing that’s been nagging at me.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Izzy says, looking up at me.
“I’m thinking.”
“About?” she asks.
“Everything, life, my dad, Elyna. I feel at peace,” I tell her.
“Then why does it sound like there is a but in your tone?” she asks.
“I’m not sure it’s a good thing that you know me so well. There’s no mystery between us.” I laugh.
“I think that’s a good thing. It’ll prevent either of us from getting lost in our heads,” she replies. This feels reminiscent of a conversation we had back home where I was getting in her head.Now the tables have changed and it’s nice being with someone who gets me so well.
“That’s a solid point. I like that we can just be open with each other. I bet it takes couples years or even decades to get to this point,” I note.
The flight attendant comes around to serve drinks. Izzy orders an orange juice and I do the same.
“Spit it out. What is your but?” she asks.
I chuckle. “That just doesn’t sound right.”
“Stop avoiding and spit it out,” she urges. Everything about her makes me smile from the cute way her ponytail sits high on her head to the way she watches me like she really cares about what I have to say.
“I want you to move into the hockey house with me,” I mutter quickly. “And before you give your two cents, I just want to add that most of the guys are in a serious relationship, and it’s the only way we will be able to spend quality time together when things start to get hectic with early morning practices and away games.”
“I see you’ve given this some thought,” she says.
“I know we said that we’ll make each other a priority but living together will ensure it,” I continue to explain.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she confirms.
“Just like that?” I ask.
“I mean, it does make sense. We should’ve spoken about it earlier, but I can understand why we didn’t. My lease is month to month but I still promised the landlord sixty days’ notice, which means I’ll be paying rent on my room. I won’t be able to contribute anything for the next two months.”
“I mean, if you’re going to be staying in my room, you wouldn’t need to. I should’ve said something sooner, but thingsalways felt busy back home and the moments we did have together were spent doing other things.” I cock my brow and she knows exactly what I mean.
