Page 133 of Triple Play
“February 15th.”
“That’s playoffs weekend,” Wyatt says quietly.
We all stare at each other.
“You have to go,” Grant says immediately.
“It’s playoffs—”
“You have to go, Elise. This is your future.”
“You’re my future too.”
The words hang there.
“We’ll be here when you get back,” Wyatt says. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“But I’ll miss watching you play. Miss—”
“Watching three guys chase a puck around?” Jordie grins. “Yeah, real hardship.”
“It’s more than that and you know it.”
“I do know it. But I also know that you worked your ass off for this. And you’re going to that interview.” He looks at Grant and Wyatt. “Right?”
They nod.
“But what if—” I can’t finish the sentence.
What if this is the beginning of choosing between them and my dreams and I—
“Hey.” Grant tilts my face up to look at him. “We’ve got two weeks to figure this out. Right now, let’s just—let’s go home.”
“Home,” I repeat.
“Yeah. Our home. Together.”
Teddy clears his throat. “I should probably go. Let you guys—yeah.”
“Teddy—” I hug him hard. “Thank you. For everything.”
“That’s what big brothers are for.” He looks at the guys. “Take care of her. Or I’ll—well, you know what I’ll do.”
“We know,” Grant says.
“I’ll drive you home, meet outside in five?” Teddy asks and I nod.
When Teddy’s gone, the four of us just stand there for a minute.
“We survived,” Jordie says.
“Barely,” Wyatt mutters.
“But we did,” I say. “We survived.”
Grant kisses the top of my head. “We’ll survive the rest too.”
I want to believe him.
