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“Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying—that’s ambitious.”

“Landon!” I bump him away with my shoulder.

“What? I’m being supportive!” He’s grinning now, and I can see Levi fighting back a smile.

“You’re both idiots.”

“But we’re your idiots,” Levi says, ruffling my hair.

I swat his hand away. “I need to head back—I have class soon.”

They walk me downstairs, and the living room goes quiet again when we appear. Everyone is watching us, probably trying to figure out if World War III is about to break out.

“She’s fine,” Levi announces to the room. “And before any of you dipshits start to gossip, yes, she’s dating them. No, we’re not happy about it. Yes, we’re still going to destroy them on the ice. Any questions?”

Bodhi raises his hand. “Is there room for me as well? I’m down for group love.”

“Bodhi, I swear to god,” Levi starts.

“I’m kidding!” Bodhi holds up his hands in surrender as Levi jumps over the back of the sofa and pins his teammate.

I say goodbye to everyone before heading out to the truck, but I’m smiling as I pull away from the curb. For the first time since that night, I feel like maybe this crazy situation might actually work out. Or it’ll explode and ruin everything, but at least it’ll be my choice either way.

Leila

I’m going to give you a chance

Jagger

WAIT, REALLY?

Leila

Don’t make me regret it

Knox

Wait, does that mean we can see you?

Riven

I think she just pulled in the driveway

Leila

I think you better have your masks ready

Chapter Fourteen

Riven

I hear the truck pull into the driveway and race to the window. My heart does something it hasn’t done since my first NHL draft conversation. It skips a beat, just from knowing she is here. I send a text to our chat.

“She’s here,” I say out loud, repeating what I sent in my text, and Knox and Jagger appear at my side, handing me my mask.

“She said masks on, right?”