Page 62 of The Golden Goalie

“I see that. Why?” I ask.

“It’s comfort food,” he says, pushing past me. “Everybody knows that.”

“Wait, you can’t just barge in here.”

“We just did,” he says as he heads to the kitchen.

I blow out a breath of frustration and try not to think about killing my friends. I know their hearts are in the right place. “Listen, I really appreciate it; but you guys can’t be here right now.”

“Too bad,” Sebastian says, dropping the bags of food on my coffee table.

“No seriously...” I start.

“I left my wife to be here. Deal with it,” Aiden says in an annoyed voice. Gunner doesn’t say anything as he passes me. They all crash in my living room and start filling plates with food. Sebastian fills one and hands it to me, and I take it out of habit.

“We’re not even supposed to eat this junk,” I argue.

“Yeah. I know, but sometimes you gotta make an exception for a teammate that’s had his heart ripped from his chest and is left bleeding,” Sebastian says around a mouth full of rice.

I shake my head. “You are so dramatic. Besides I—” I stop when all three heads turn to stare at something behind me. I whirl around and see Amber standing there, obviously wearingmy sweats and shirt. Her hair is wet from the shower and dripping down the front of my sweatshirt.

“Oooh, is that Chinese?” She darts forward. “I’m starving!” She grabs a paper plate and fills it with as much food as any of the guys.

“Help yourself, Amber,” Sebastian says with amusement.

She takes a huge bite before she even sits down and moans loudly. “Oh my word; this is so good.”

“Sothisis why you wouldn’t let us in?” Sebastian asks. I can hear the grin in his voice, but I haven’t looked away from Amber. She looks like she’s never eaten a day in her life.

“Hey.” I step in front of her. “Just don’t get sick,” I say softly. She looks up at me with her large eyes.

“I’m starving.”

I can’t help my smile. “I know.”

She looks back at the table. “Did you already eat?”

“I have a plate.” I nod at the plate I set down on the coffee table.

“Good because you’re not having any of mine.”

I smirk. “You’re going to eat all that?”

Her eyes narrow on me. “Hey now, I’m eating for two.”

I grin. “I know.” I lean forward and kiss her lightly on the forehead. Or at least that’s my intention, but she jerks away from me.

“What are you doing?” she asks wide-eyed, and I’m suddenly confused. This isn’t the first time I’ve given her a kiss.

“I was just going to kiss your forehead.”

“Oh. I thought you were trying to steal my food.”

“Mental note,” Seb whispers loudly. “Don’t try to take the pregnant woman’s food.”

“I can hear you, Sebastian,” Amber says.

I turn around to see all three of them watching us like we’re the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen. I shake my head. “Why are you guys my friends again?”

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