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“Oh, in that case, I’m definitely not showing up,” I tease, clenching my thighs at the mere mention of potential nudity with Weston.
“Or I can. Whatever makes you happy, baby.”
I try not to visibly swoon at his words. Not when Piper’s watching my face like an FBI interrogator ready to pounce.
“Fine. We’ll be there. But I’m serious about keeping things chill. Remember rules one and two?”
“Like I could forget.” His tone’s serious, a sharper edge to his voice.
At least he remembers all that’s at stake.
“I’ll act like we’re at the rink. We’re colleagues in public. No one will be the wiser.” He tries to reassure me, but vodka churns in my stomach.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“We’ll be there. And Weston?”
“Yeah?”
“Remind your brother to keep this get-together quiet. The team doesn’t need every puck girl in town crashing the party.”
“Got it. I’ll pass that along. Can’t wait to meet your sister. And see you again, Hurricane. Bye.”
He disconnects and I stare at the cell in my hand, the L-word hovering on my lips.
“Say it,” Piper leans in and whispers with a smirk. “Just say it.”
But I don’t. Not yet.
Because I know once I do, everything changes.
CHAPTER 29
WESTON
It’s an hour until puck drop—if the puck were a house party and the stakes were my personal life imploding in front of the entire fucking team.
I don’t know why I agreed to this party in the first damn place. The whole thing’s got bad idea written all over it.
After all, it was a Bennett plan and he’s not exactly known for his great judgment.
But it’s too late now.
I hold the back door open for my brother as he rolls the keg into the yard.
“You think this is a good spot?” Bennett points at a patch of lawn, and I shrug.
“Sure. Good enough.”
If we’re having a keg at all.
Which doesn’t seem like the best plan, all things considered. I don’t bother reminding him that the pre-season starts in a little over a month and we’re supposed to be toeing the line. Training harder than ever before.Focused solely on winning the Cup and establishing a winning franchise.
All of those words would fall on deaf ears. Bennett’s sole goal right now is having a lit-as-hell party and probably getting laid. He’s had a rough time with the move, tougher than he lets on.
I know he misses the city—the girls, the parties, the vibrant night life. Callum’s adjusted fine, never big on that scene in the first place. And Driftwood Cove is perfectly fine with me, now that I’m with Harbor.
