Greyson grins back at her, the subtle twitch of his brow says he’s noticing how close we are.
Her under my arm, against my side, face tucked into the crook of my shoulder.
A wild part of me wants to tighten my grip on her. Stake a claim I shouldn’t want to make.
I take a deep breath and hold it, letting it free when Drew pops up from the couch to go give him a hug.
3
DREW
“Speed Demon Drew!” Coach Greyson wraps his arms around me and rocks me in place. It’s been nearly a decade since I’ve seen him, but he was always my favorite coach. “What are you doing home?”
Mmm. I’m hating this question already, even if it’s the first time I’ve heard it. “You know what I’m doing home, but thanks for pretending.”
“Any time.” He gives me another squeeze before he releases me. “You okay?”
I shrug. Not really, but it could be worse. “I’m here.”
“And extremely high,” Gabe supplies as he gets up from the couch. “She ate your half of the pizza.”
I laugh and nod. “I did. I totally did.”
Greyson grins wider at me, and his dark blue eyes light up. Mid-thirties look good on him, even though he’s still got the same haircut from ten years ago.
Just a little length and tousled perfectly, and I want to run my fingers through the light brown locks as desperately as I did back then. “I’ll grab leftovers. Unless you ate those, too?”
I shake my head, getting a goofy smile that only comes when I’ve smoked too much.
Gabe looks delighted even as he frowns.
Damn, I want to run through his blond length as well, to see if it’s as soft as it looks. Why do they have such gorgeous, effortless hair?
“She might now that you told her about them.”
My attention is pulled back to their conversation, and I grin.
My cheeks hurt, but I love the two of them together.
It’s funny how quiet Gabe is until his brother’s around. They’re always jabbing, making fun of, or having fun with each other.
“I think I have something that might save my leftovers. I brought home some fresh ice cream from Lucielle’s.” The knowing look he gives me has me nearly hopping in place. I haven’t had Lucielle’s ice cream in so long.
We always went for custom pints after a big win. “Blue Raspberry Cotton Candy?”
He reaches into his bag and brandishes the pint for me with mirth glittering in his eyes. I snatch it and hop into the kitchen to grab a spoon.
Both brothers follow. Gabe hovers like a broody storm and Greyson shuffles other items away before sliding a pint to his brother.
My first spoonful of ice cream brings me back a decade, and I close my eyes to savor the pure innocence of it. And open my eyes to both brothers sharing a knowing look.
I narrow my eyes at them both but shove another spoonful into my mouth.
Gabe breaks open his own pint and leans over the counter like keeping himself upright takes too much effort. Greyson is the opposite, standing straight and holding his pint.
“So what are you doing back here?” I ask Greyson, and his smile dims only a little. Always too positive. Putting on a happy face.
“Kim and I are getting divorced, and my baby brother has been kind enough to let me move back in until I figure my life out.” They share another look, and I’m once again reminded of how long I’ve been gone.
