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“Still weird,” Logan singsongs as he skates by.
We both laugh.
Once he’s out of earshot, she mumbles, “I do.”
I kiss her forehead. It seems like a safe bet, and she doesn’t pull away.
We get one lap in before Bodhi’s whistle cuts through the rink. He steps onto the ice in his signature flip-flops, the hired ref trailing behind him at least had the sense to wear skates.
“Ready to play some hockey, ladies?” Bodhi calls, earning a few scattered hoots and hollers. “First, we’ve got to get you drafted. Dominic will captain one team, Ryan Logan the other. Goaltenders are Ilya Volkov and Miles King.”
Logan coasts up on my other side. “That feels like a pretty uneven matchup.”
Bodhi must hear him. “Don’t worry. We’ll play two ten-minute periods, and the goalies will switch teams halfway through.”
“I still think I can hold my own between the posts,” King quips.
Volk snorts. “You blocking a couple shots as a defenseman doesn’t make you a goalie. Can’t wait to see you humbled.”
King scoffs and starts stretching like he’s prepping for the playoffs.
“Hey, what about me?” Helm chirps.
“With the girls,” Bodhi says. “You’ll need to be drafted.”
I rub my palms together. “Let’s flip a coin to decide first pick,” I say to Logan, silently begging the hockey gods to be on my side. I need Mia on my team.
She laughs, probably catching on to my excitement.
If Logan wins, he’ll probably take Helm—he’s too competitive not to. But Mia’s the only girl out here who can actually skate. And I’m greedy when it comes to my time with her.
I toss the coin and call, “Heads!”
It lands, and I slap it onto the back of my hand.Please be heads.
I lift my hand.
“Fuck, yeah!” I shout, and Logan shakes his head.
“Mia.” I spin fast enough to startle her, catch her at the waist, and lift her. Not even pretending to play it cool.
“You’re fucking with Helm’s ego,” Logan says with a chuckle. “Must not want to win.”
I do want to win.
Just not the game.
THIRTY-FOUR
“Didyou spend the night with him? Did you kiss him? Or more?!” Victoria’s voice rises as she rapid-fires questions, barely managing to stay upright on her skates. That doesn’t stop her from launching into what’s apparently a game of twenty questions.
“Vicky, focus!” my brother calls out.
She’s with Ryan and Helm. I’m with Dom, Summer, and River. Since they’ve got two professional hockey players, we get an extra “player” to even it out. It only feels fair because Helm’s acting more like another ref than a player.
Victoria scowls in his direction. She’s supposed to be trying to steal the puck from me along the boards, but her effort is halfhearted at best.
“No, I didn’t spend the night with him.” Lying is harder than I thought it’d be.
