Page 64 of The Golden Goalie

Aiden turns back. “You know we are going to be related then, right...if this works out.”

“Yeah. I know. You gonna have a problem with that?”

Aiden shrugs. “No. I know you’ll take good care of her and be faithful to her. Night.” With that, he heads to his car.

“Aw. I love you too,” Sebastian yells out after him. Aiden ignores him and climbs in his car.

“Look at us, Cap. We’re bonding,” Seb says, throwing an arm around Gunner’s shoulders.

“Would you like me to hit you now or later?” Gunner asks with a straight face.

“Preferably neither,” Seb says, still keeping his arm around him.

Gunner wrestles him off and heads to his car. “Night.” Right before he climbs in his car, he faces me. “Make sure you stay focused.”

I nod. “I’ll do better than I did tonight.”

Cap looks like he’s going to say something but then he lets it go. “Cap,” Sebastian calls out. “How’s Chloe?” He just scowls at both of us and climbs in.

“What’s that about?” I ask.

Sebastian grins. “He’s going to be the next one of us to fall.”

“What about me?”

Seb scoffs. “Dude, you’ve totally already fallen.”

I open my mouth to argue before I realize there’s nothing to argue about. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Sebastian laughs. “You’re so far gone.” He jogs down the steps. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” I watch him drive away a moment before I head back inside. “Amber?” When I don’t see her, I head to the bathroom. “Hey.” I step inside fully and crouch down next to her and gather her hair back. “Too much Chinese?” I ask softly.

“Don’t even say it,” she moans. I feel terrible that she’s sick, but I also can barely keep in my grin.

“Well, you did eat enough for three grown men.”

“I was so hungry,” she groans.

When she seems to be done, I help her to her feet before reaching into my medicine cabinet. “Here. Try one of these.” I shake out one and hand it to her.

“TUMS?” she asks.

I shrug. “I read somewhere that it might help. Just try it.”

She takes it and chews it. “That’s disgusting.”

“But if it helps,” I remind her.

I grab a washcloth and wet it before handing it to her. She wipes her mouth and then rinses it in the sink. A minute later, she turns to me and opens the medicine cabinet and grabs the entire bottle. “These are miracle workers.”

I laugh. “Take the bottle; I’ll get more.”

She pops another one. “I think I’m going to own stock in these.”

I lean forward, unable to help myself, and wrap my hands around her arms. “I’ll keep you stocked.” I kiss her forehead, and her soft sigh settles me deep inside. “So when can you come to a game for real? I’ll make sure you have a ride.”

She doesn’t pull away from me. “When’s your next game?”

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