“Waiting for you.”
She nods. “Your hair is still wet.”
“Took a shower after an impromptu practice with your brother and the guys.”
“Interesting.” She looks me up and down. “Is that the hoodie you’re going to give me?”
I frown, looking down at it. It’s nothing special. Doesn’t even have my name on it. Just the team’s logo.
“If you want it.” I start to pull it off, but she laughs, stopping me.
“I’m kidding. I assume you don’t remember much about last night?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I am afraid to say that after the fourth shot Brett convinced me to take, everything became a little blurry.”
“Not surprised. I am surprised my brother let you guys drink. Don’t you have a no-drinking policy during the season?”
“Usually,” I tell her. “But Brett made a case for team building. I think he didn’t want to drink alone since he’s the only one who can’t get on the ice.”
“Poor Brett. It must be hard.” She steps closer to me, wrapping her arms around me, hugging me to her.
I let my arms circle around her back. “I can’t imagine how he feels.”
“Same,” she mumbles. “You’re so warm.”
“So you really do want my hoodie then?” I joke.
She smiles up at me. “Well, it is a sacred honor, I’m told.”
I shake my head. “Do you want this one? Or the one with my name and number on it? Won’t lie, I would love to see you with my name right here.” I trace my finger along her back.
“Caveman. Lucky for you, I am here for it. Gimme.” She smirks up at me.
“It’s yours. I’ll get it later for you. Right now, I have to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“Will you go to the hockey house with me today? The guys are making breakfast and then spending the day hanging out. The girls will be there too. I know you could go without me anyway, but I would like you to go with me as my date.” I press my forehead to hers, waiting for her answer.
She doesn’t disappoint me. “Of course. Anything for the hoodie.” She winks at me as she steps back.
I open the passenger door to my truck, helping her inside. The drive is a short one. We both are content listening to the radio.
Once we get there, I help Cora out of her side, but then freeze. I wring my hands together as I start to feel hot. I should give her my hoodie because at this point, I don’t need it even in the brisk fall air. My stomach is churning as I look up at the house that I have not stepped foot in since last year. My whole body seems to be vibrating.
Then I feel it.
Cora slips her hand in mine, stopping my hands from pulling on one another. I look down at her, wondering what is happening to me.
“It’s okay, Kel. I’ve got you. Let’s go inside,” she coaxes me.
Her voice helps calm me further. At least enough to lead me toward the front door. Once there, she knocks, looking up at me with a reassuring smile.
The door opens, and Beckett nods.
“Good, I was wondering what was taking you two so long. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes. Come on in.”
Cora pulls me inside to the living room. Brett is on the couch looking dejected and hungover while Peyton is sitting in one of the chairs. She perks up when she sees Cora.
