Page 125 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
I skate to Freddie, pulling him and my teammates into a victorious embrace.
“Good job, Flash,” I say with a wide grin. Freddie’s smile is enormous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy.
When we finally get out of the locker room, I practically run for Nora. Freddie flanks me, still bearing his wide grin, and I don’t think twice about picking her up and spinning her around.
Tommy gives me a raised eyebrow, but otherwise doesn’t say anything, which for him says a lot. I let Nora down and give him a hug too. Only, I don’t pick him up. That would be weird.
“You guys were great out there!” Nora says with excitement.
“Well, it helps when you have your own cheerleader,” Freddie says with a wink and Nora’s cheeks pinken.
It’s adorable.
I throw an arm around her and Tommy as I guide us all out of the arena into the parking lot. “We should celebrate,” I say. “Drinks on me.”
“Sounds great,” Freddie says with a smile.
I look at Tommy. “You in, number three?”
Tommy wrinkles his eyebrows. “Number three?”
I smack him in the chest. “Well, you’re not number one, that’s me.”
Tommy rolls his eyes. “I thought Freddie was number one. He’s the oldest.”
Nora giggles. “If we’re picking numbers, I want number one.”
I lean in and kiss her cheek. “Absolutely, baby, you can be number one. I’ll be number two.”
“Like hell you will,” Freddie grumbles, but I can hear the humor in his voice.
“I should be number two,” Tommy says. “Two is my lucky number.”
“I’m not ranking third,” I whine. “Not happening.”
“You know…” Nora says with a sweet smile. “Three is actually the luckiest number.”
I look at her with a smile of my own. “Really?”
She nods. “Zayne did this whole new age tarot numerology thing a few years ago and said the number three is supposed to represent luck because of it being complete and whole. Like a holy trinity thing.”
“I like that,” I say as we stop in front of Freddie’s Lexus. “Holy trinity. You, and us.”
“There’s four of us, it can’t be a trinity,” Tommy says plainly. “It would have to be a quartet.”
I pull Nora into my arms and kiss her, not giving a shit about Tommy’s details. As far as I’m concerned, no matter what the number is, I’m the luckiest guy in the world because I have her.
“Round of drinks at Rose’s,” I say as I get into the driver’s side of the Lexus.
Freddie doesn’t argue, and that is telling. He never gets in the passenger side unless he plans on drinking.
A grin splits my face.
Tonight is going to be the best night ever.
One round of drinks turns into two, and two turns into three. Thankfully, Tommy calls it at two, since one of has to bethe responsibleone according to him.
Whatever he wants to call it, I’m fine with, seeing as I’m feeling better than I have in ages.
