Emmett: She knows something's going on between us.
Oh shit.
Joelle: Let me guess. She's not happy.
Emmett: Opposite. She thinks I should go for it.
Oh. I’m not sure what to say.
Emmett: Jo?
Emmett: Hope I didn’t say something wrong?
Joelle: No.
Emmett: Are you not interested?
Joelle: It's complicated and I don't know if I can do it.
Emmett: We don't have to make it complicated.
Joelle: I'm not sure.
Meaning I'm not sure if I'm ready to blow my life up just yet.
Emmett: It's okay. I get it. Happy Thanksgiving. And thanks again for having us.
31
EMMETT
The arena is packed. It's a Saturday night home game, and the energy is electric. My sister and Cassidy are in the stands. I can see them in their Mavericks jerseys, phones out, taking pictures. Ember bought matching jerseys for them yesterday with mine and Sully's numbers on the backs. It's sweet. Annoying. But it's also nice that they are supporting us.
"Your sister is wearing my number," Sully says, skating up beside me during warm-ups as he notices the girls at the glass. "And Cassidy is wearing mine. They thought it would be weird wearing their brother's numbers."
"Guess we should be happy they are supporting us. If they had a chance, they'd probably get jerseys with the St. Pierre's names on the backs."
This makes me laugh because it's true. "I'm going over to give them a puck."
"Are you going for brother of the year?" Sully moans.
"Come on. They are here. They are making the effort."
We skate over to where they are banging on the glass, giggling away with beers in their hands. I pick up a puck and point to my sister. She enthusiastically gets ready to catch it,then Sully does the same. When they catch them, they both scream. They are such dorks. We skate back and start doing our warmups.
"You're a little quiet at the moment. Are you all good?"
"Yeah. Just stuff on my mind."
"Stuff or someone?" he asks. I give him a look. "Right. Someone."
"I'll be fine. Just working shit out."
"Okay. I won't ask. But don't let it affect your game," he warns me.
"I won't."
He gives me a look that says he doesn't believe me.
