“You don’t want to know.”
He growls, and I bite back a laugh. He’s huge and would be terrifying if I didn’t know him so well. His growl is more like a dog that I know is going to bound around and lick my face later. I just can’t take it seriously.
“Just fucking tell me.”
“He’s a goalie.” I close one eye, bracing for the freak out.
“For who, Wilder?” Wolfe used my first name, making me cringe.
“Don’t call me that.” I rub my forehead, not sure how to tell him.
“Spit it out. Or I’ll do it again.” He’s serious, too.
“I warned you.” On the next exhale, I say, “The Monsters.”
Betrayal colors his expression. The knife cuts deep. They are our biggest rivals and real fucking bastards. She couldn’t have planned hurting him better if she tried. They’d even talked about her going to his rival school. If only I’d known she’d always planned on getting an MRS degree with the aim of securing a hockey player. I just wish I’d known that before she’d had a chance to hurt my best friend.
His lip curls in a snarl. “She’s marrying Ace?”
I nod. Of course my sister would pick a guy like Mark Ace.
“How long have you been keeping this from me?”
I hold up my hands. “My mom just called me.”
“You know what I mean. How long have they been together?”
“A year and a half,” I mutter, not making eye contact.
He grabs his coat and heads for the door.
I walk after him. “Where are you going? Don’t be mad at me, please. I didn’t think she’d fucking marry him. I figured she’d fuck him over too…” I trail off when Wolfe turns, and he’s…laughing. “What?”
He’s finally lost it.
“We’re going to go celebrate. She’s going to make his life fucking miserable.” He lifts my coat off the hook, holding it out for me.
“I told you, I’m going to the gay club tonight.”
“I know I already said I was coming.” He shakes my coat at me. “We can pregame at the bar first.”
“Fine.” I take it reluctantly, feeling like this is a trap. “You’re not upset?”
“Nope.” He’s got that damn look on his face. The smug one that means something is going to go down. “It couldn’t happen to a better person. I love this for him.”
“I don’t like that look.”
“Why not?” He’s too cheerful.
“Because I know what it means.”
Wolfe opens the door. “What does it mean, Angel baby?”
I groan and drag my feet at the nickname. “It means you identify as a problem, so it’s going to be a long night.”
“Maybe I’m going to identify as a problem until we play them again and I can tell him I fucked her first before the game.” He strolls down the street like he’s lighter than air, and I’m happy he’s taking this well.
My mouth drops open. “Oh, he’s gonna fight you.”
