"I turned left when I was supposed to have turned right. I couldn't look at any of the guys for ages afterwards. Next question."
Sully points at Emmett. "If you could have dinner with anyone, alive or dead, who would it be?"
Emmett thinks for a moment. "My dad. He died when I was sixteen. I'd like to tell him about finally winning the Cup. About making captain. All the things he's missed out on."
The elevator goes quiet.
"That's so sweet," Collette says softly.
Sully squeezes his shoulder.
"Yeah," Emmett says, clearing his throat. "All right, my turn. Jo, worst injury you've ever treated?"
"Dislocated shoulder. Rugby player. He screamed so loud I thought he was dying."
"Did you fix it?"
"Of course I did," I say proudly.
The speaker crackles again. "The elevator will be moving soon. Thank you for your patience."
"Finally," Collette says.
But I'm watching Emmett. He's smiling at me, that soft smile he saves for when no one else is looking. And I realize we just spent fifteen minutes trapped in an elevator, and it didn't feel awkward at all.
"So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the elevator? What the hell is happening between you and Cap?" Sully grins.
Now it's awkward.
"What the hell, man?" Emmett pushes his friend.
"Well, we're stuck in this elevator. You two can't run from each other. Thought it would be the perfect time to have some tough talks."
"You knew?" Collette questions.
"Yeah. Of course. I'm his best friend."
"Who else knows?" I turn and look at him.
"My sister," Emmett says quietly.
"And mine. They come as a package pair," Sully informs us.
"Shit." I stand up and start pacing. "This is getting out of hand."
"No, it's not," Emmett says, standing up.
"It is if your brothers know," Sully adds.
"They don't," Collette says.
"Then all is good."
"I think it's a good idea," Collette adds.
"Excuse me?" I stare at my traitorous sister.
"That you two talk. Because I am sick of the tension."
