“Why is Dan here?” I tip my chin in his direction, then wave. The guy is my dad's favorite and has been with us since the start of the show.
“He and Jerry just wanted to make sure I got to you safely,” she says with a shrug. “You know Dad. Since I wouldn't let him come with me to the campus tour, he thought I wouldn't notice Dan or Jerry suddenly acting like concerned fathers.”
Amelia’s eyes flick over my shoulder, and she clears her throat. “Alex, Brooks, would you two like to come to dinner with us?”
I follow her gaze and instantly regret it. The guys are standing there in towels with water still dripping down their chests. Her eyes are roaming.
Roaming in ways I donotwant to think about.
“Amelia!” I say sharply. “You can stay here, but please stop staring at my friends.”
She whacks my chest, still not looking at me. “Oh, please, bro.” She waves her hand in their direction. “You act like there's nothing to look at.”
Brooks mutters something under his breath.
“Surprised you can see anything under all of Brooks’ chest hair.”
Amelia tips on her toes. “That’s the best part.”
“Amelia.” I say, throwing her another warning, but she ignores me. She always does. Amelia has such a cute face, that she can get away with saying anything and people still like her.
“Brooks, Alex, are you guys in?”
They look at each other hesitantly, then back to me.
I shrug and pull off my jersey. “I don’t care.”
“Sure,” Alex drawls out.
Brooks nods too. “Yeah, I could eat.”
“Perfect.” Amelia claps once as she scans the room. “Oh, Henry!” she calls suddenly.
He freezes mid-tug of his jersey tug, his eyes wide. “Me?”
“Yes, you.” She beams. “That goal you scored?” She puts her fingers to her lips, then does a chef's kiss gesture. “It was gorgeous. Come to dinner with us.”
Henry’s ears turn pink. Poor guy hasn't had a girl talk to him here since it came out he dated and subsequently cheated on Cade's larger-than-life sister Madison. “Uh… sure? Yeah. Thanks.”
I scrub my hand down my face. “Amelia, please stop collecting my teammates.”
“Are you saying this isn’t the hockey equivalent to Pokémon?” she asks innocently, her blue eyes wide, completely unbothered. “It’ll be fun, and Henry’s adorable.”
Henry coughs, then focuses on something in his locker.
When Erik steps out of the showers, his hair is dripping, his towel is slung low on his hips, and he’s clenching his stomach, making his six-pack more visible. He’s clearly trying to look like he’s not listening. He’s absolutely listening.
Amelia points at him. “You should come too, Steele.”
Erik stops in his tracks and points his thumb to his chest. “M-Me?”
“Yes, you. You guys played so well together today—you should come out with us.”
“You okay with that, Hendricks?” He gives me a raised brow.
“Oh, wait.” Amelia snaps her fingers, pointing between the two of us. “Are you the one who ruined Scotty’s chances with fountain girl?”
Fountain girl.
