Declan glances between us. “I’m going to leave you two alone. It’s cabin twelve!” he adds as he heads for the doors.
Once we’re alone, I try to sidestep Max for the locker room, but he stops me.
“Seriously?” I try to go around him.
But Max is a hockey player—he knows how to block.
“I’m not doing this with you right now,” I say.
“Then what’s your plan?” Max crosses his arms across his chest. “Just move out?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Fair. But I hope you have a plan that includes telling Ashley how you feel.”
I know he’s right.
And I plan to do just that.
But as they say, the best-laid plans…
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
Ashley steps out of the elevator in her work building, and I kiss her hello before we walk through the lobby and over to my truck parked on the curb.
“How was practice?” she asks once we’re settled in my truck.
The engine is running, but I don’t put the truck in drive.
Ashley’s question was clearly innocent, but I’m edgy.
And I can’t lie to her. So I say, “Max pissed me off.”
“You guys got into it on the ice?”
“Off the ice.”
“How come?”
Ashley grew up with us. Me mentioning that Max and I had a fight doesn’t faze her.
“Declan told me something that set me off,” I say as her phone rings.
She glances at the screen, and her cheeks flush.
She silences the phone and returns her focus to me.
“You were saying?”
“Who was that?” I realize immediately how that sounds. “Of course, it’s none of my business. You just…you look upset, Ash.”
“I’m not,” she says too quickly.
Her phone rings again.
Again, she glances at the screen and silences it.
Her hand shakes as she does so.
