“I’m sorry?” Michael blinked at him.
“What if his interest in us is as much personal as it is curling?”
“Ev, really?” I asked.
Evan just bounced. “I’m not going to hide anything. Whatever happens between the three of us, personal, team-wise, or whatever, you know me. I don’t play pretend. I’m literally incapable.”
I sighed. “He’s not wrong.” I looked to Alan again. “You have to know that about him at the start. And like he said, we’re a package deal.”
Alan nodded. “This isn’t a surprise.” He looked from me to Carol to Michael. “I can’t tell you now how that plays out,” he said to them.
“Don’t go licking each other on the sheets, and I don’t see a problem,” Michael said.
“Between the sheets, do whatever you want,” Carol agreed, waving a hand at us all. “The game is the game. Your game is your business.”
“So.” Alan swivelled back to us. “That’s you with the hammer, then, looks like.”
“I need to think about it.” I glanced at Evan, whose bouncing was too pronounced for anyone to miss. “And it’s been a long day so we’d like to go home now.”
“Yes. Of course.” He pulled a small square of paper from his pocket. “My contact information. Please ask Robbie to call me? I would like it very much if he could be part of the package.”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“The team package,” he clarified.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“Thank you.”
“Come on,” Carol said. “Let them go home, Alan. Allons-y.”
We watched, silent, hand in hand, as they got back into the truck and drove away.
“What just happened?” Evan asked.
“I think we might have just become Olympic hopefuls.”
“If we say yes.”
“If we say yes.”
“And the other thing?”
“I guess we’ll see.”
Evan sighed and kissed my knuckles. “I guess we will. Let’s go.” He tugged me to get me moving towards the building, and ultimately, our bed.
CHAPTER 15
EVAN
I was goingto fly apart if Perry didn’t give me some hint what he was thinking. Did he want this? Would it matter if we were teammates with Alan? Would the attraction take a back seat? Would it ramp up? Did he even want to?—
“You know how much I love curling,” he said finally, long after we’d put all our outer clothes and curling stuff away.
“Yeah, I know.” I grinned. “Why d’you think I learned?”
“Exactly my point. You learned because of me. You don’t have to do this because of me.”
