I meet the boys in the same dining room as last night. Callum’s silent as usual and Weston’s focused, leaving me pretty much alone with my scrambled eggs. I flip myphone and check for a reply every thirty seconds, but I’m still unread.
Worry creeps in, slithering through my gut and mixing with the eggs.Is Tori bailing? Is this too much for her?
I can’t think like that. Not right now.
Shoving the negative thoughts away, I focus on hockey.
After breakfast, we board the bus.
No Tori.
Guess she’s trusting me on my own at practice.
Which is fine.
I’m fine.
I scroll through Instagram on the ride over, distracting myself. We pull up to the arena and file off the bus, hitting the guest locker room to change into our practice gear.
“You good?” Callum leans against the red metal locker and stares me down, his dark blue eyes narrow.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” I pull athletic tape taut on my wrist, avoiding his gaze.
“You seem off. Lack of sleep getting to you?”
“No. I got plenty of shut eye.” I slam the locker shut and sink down onto the bench to lace up my skates.
He sits next to me and Weston slides in on my other side.
Suddenly, this feels a lot like an intervention.
Weston moves closer to me. “Even with the late-night company?”
“What are you talking about?” I bend over and lace up my skates, playing dumb. It’s all I’ve got.
“We saw the shoe, Benny.” Weston drops his voice low, the hum of the locker room vibrating around us. “We know the Ice Queen was there.”
Weston using the nickname annoys me, a flash of irritation shooting straight through me.
“Don’t call her that.”
He holds up his palms. “Sorry. I get it. I didn’t like when you called Harbor PR Barbie.”
Heat flames across my chest, remembering all the shit I gave Weston about his girl.
“I know how annoying it is when people constantly judge.” Weston’s know-it-all tone pisses me off even more.
Worse, these two assholes know. There’s no denying it.
I drop my voice to a whisper. “Fine. She was there.”
Saying the words out loud to my brothers somehow makes all of this more real.
Me. Tori. The impossible situation we’re in.
“Bro.” Callum shakes his head, his brow furrowed so deep his fucking wrinkles have wrinkles. “I told you not to go there. She’s Prince’sdaughter.” He hisses the word and I huff out a deep breath.
Like I don’t fucking know this.
