“Doesn’t stop me from kicking his ass.”
“Actually, I think you’re worse to him now,” Wolfe says, and he’s not wrong.
“He fucking deserves it,” Seaborn says.
I barely keep a straight face. I never expected him to tell the rest of the guys.
“You’re fucking joking?” Godfrey asks, clearly shocked and a little horrified.
“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re engaged to the Summerset goalie.”
Godfrey flips him the bird. “I’m not an enforcer to his center. Shit.”
“You shoot on him, don’t you?”
“Fuck, and your brother plays for Summerset, right?” Lovelace points at Savage.
Savage flips him off. “Step-brother, and I’m not fucking him.”
“But you could be since, as you pointed out, he’s step.” Seaborn grins.
“He is hot, but no. He hates me.” Savage shrugs, like it’s a totally normal thing to say.
“At least I’m fucking the guy I’m playing with,” I mutter.
Some of the guys make faces, but it’s all good-natured.
Ridgeway rubs his temples, and Savage just starts laughing.
“This team is remarkably gay,” Lovelace mutters.
“Is everyone sleeping with the enemy?” Wolfe throws his hands up and holds his index finger up. “None of you get to say a fucking word to me.”
“They weren’t mad you’re sleeping together. They’re mad you didn’t tell anyone,” Ridgeway finally says, shoving off the wall. “We need to get our shit together and get out there. I’m not losing this fucking game, and the rest of you better not fuckingblow it either, or I’m joining our unhinged goalie and haunting your asses for life.”
“I’m not letting us lose either. Ktytor will never let me live it down.” Seaborn grits his teeth. “And I can’t live the rest of my life like that.”
Wolfe takes a moment to assess the guys. “So are we good?”
A few of the guys mutter.
“Are we fucking good?” Wolfe says in his team captain voice, which makes me a little hard.
The guys yell back this time, and the energy finally seems to be returning, which we need.
“I’m glad I don’t have to fight anyone over my boyfriend,” Wolfe says to just me as everyone finishes up their program prep.
I can’t help the smile that captures my mouth. “Boyfriend?”
“Do you not like that word?” he asks, taking one of my hands.
“No, I love it?—”
He talks over me. “Because we can just skip to fiancé.”
I pull my hand back as he acts like he’s going to lower down. “Don’t fucking start.”
“What is going on?” Coach Hawke asks, having come in at some point.
