Page 121 of Daring the Hockey Player
"That's sexist!" Amber exclaims, overhearing us as we head back into the kitchen. "Just because they're girls doesn't mean they like baking."
"Or know-how," I say with a sly grin. I don't think Amber was intending to speak about herself, but she isn't the most skilled dinner or pastry chef.
She, however, isn't mixing the ingredients, which is probably for the best. She's rolling up the balls of dough and smushing them onto the tray.
She elbows me as I approach, and I come up and stand behind her, my arm wrapped around her body, helping her form and shape the cookies to make them a little more uniform.
Amber wiggles back against me, and I glance around, trying to see if anyone is paying us attention. They're not. Kyler grabs a stool to sit on and glances over his phone while Emerson measures the ingredients and Bristol mixes the batter.
"You'd better get over here and help," Em says, glaring playfully at Kyler.
"There are plenty of cooks in the kitchen." Kyler gestures at us.
"Daddy, help us!" Bristol chirps and points at the oven. "Someone needs to watch the cookies bake."
"I'm on it," Kyler quips and moves off the stool for the oven. He glances at the timer above the oven. "We still have plenty of time." He smirks and returns his attention to his phone.
"What's got you so enthralled?" Emerson asks. She doesn't sound upset, just interested in what's stealing away his attention.
"Just reading a few articles about the Ice Dragons," Kyler says.
"Anything good?" I ask. I usually avoid reading anything the media prints when it comes to us because it's never accurate.
"Just this," he says, showing us the headline that reads:Greyson brothers fight over a girl.
"I didn't realize the press heard us," I grumble.
Bristol glances at us. "Heard what?" she asks with wide, doe-like eyes.
Kyler clears his throat. "I'll tell you when you're older."
Amber glances away, trying desperately not to laugh out loud. She bites down on her bottom lip. I don't get what is quite so funny, but Emerson is grinning too.
"I'm older!" Bristol quips.
They both saw that one coming.
EPILOGUE
Amber
My sister is a jerk. Emerson made it clear to me that she is not extending me an invitation to the wives' room. Apparently, it's a member-only thing, and being the newest addition, she doesn't feel it's her place to make the invite. Plus, we're family.
It's intermission, and she stands, ushering Bristol from the stands. "See you in a bit," she says with a knowing smirk. With the kid facing away, I flip Emerson the bird.
Charlotte chuckles beside me. "It's fine. If you were invited, I'd be sitting alone," she says and nudges me.
I'm wearing Jasper's jersey, one of four that I have hanging in my closet in the apartment. Tonight's game, he's been focused, and I swear, for most of the first period, I thought he didn't even notice me in the stands.
That was until he made a goal and pointed at me. I swear, if he weren't wearing gloves, he'd have probably held up his hands in a heart shape to embarrass me.
"So, I have something to tell you, and I don’t want you to freak out," I say.
"Oh my gosh. Are you pregnant?" she squeals, and I clamp a hand over her mouth. The press could overhear, and I don't need Jasper to be the center of a scandal.
"No," I say and glare before glancing down. "If you tell me this jersey makes me look fat, you're dead."
"Of course not," Charlotte says. "I just kind of figured, announcement, freak out, that's like the most obvious answer."
