“We have pizzas arriving in a little bit. Do you want to stick around for some food before heading to the ice?” Tate motions to the couch.
“I’m alright; I ate before I left the house. Thanks for the offer, though. I’ll be back up in a minute.”
“We’ll be here.”
We both watch as Jere disappears, the front door closing behind him.
I let out a long breath.
“Well, fuck.”
Hey there, hockey star.” Becca takes a seat across from me and instantly reaches for the coffee I bought her.
“How’d you know that coffee was for you?” I tilt my head at the coffee in her hand, which would only be for Becca because I don’t know any other person who enjoys lavender lattes.
“That hasn’t been cute any time you’ve done it.” She narrows her eyes. “Plus, if you have another friend who loves lavender lattes,then I don’t know why you haven’t introduced us. I think we’d get along great.”
“I think you get along with everyone. You’re just one of those people.”
“First of all, that’s not true. Second of all, I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not.”
“You’re easy to talk to. I’d say that’s a pretty great compliment.”
“Maybe.” She shrugs. “But that obviously isn’t the reason you wanted to hang out today.”
“I can’t want to just see my friend on a random Thursday?”
Her head falls to the side, “Not really, no.”
“Okay, well, I guess—”
“Wait.” She puts her coffee down and leans forward against the table. “Is this about Tate? Did you warn her about Isaiah?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Are they seeing each other? Could you imagine? The guy that broke my heart and the girl you were too scared to confess your feelings for together?”
“You can’t say that anymore.”
“That he broke my heart.” Her face twists.
“No, that I’m too scared to confess my feelings for Tate.”
“Shut the fuck up.” She jumps out of her chair, hitting the table three times, causing eyes to dart in our direction. Becca doesn’t seem to care. “You did not.”
“I did.”
“And?” She pulls her chair back under her and sits down. “I mean, you don’t seem upset, so does that mean?”
I don’t know if I’ve ever blushed before. Maybe I have, I guess I probably did as a kid, but I don’t know if I’ve ever felt a blush like the one I feel right now.
I don’t know why telling Becca this is embarrassing; it shouldn’t be. Honestly, Becca’s been rooting for this since I gloated about Tate the first time we met.
“Fletcher Reed, you continue to surprise me.”
“The whole conversation was pretty surprising.”
“You do realize I’m going to need all of the details now, right? Start to finish. The first word of the conversation until the last.” She grabs her coffee and takes a long drink as she leans back in her chair. “Don’t leave anything out.” Her nose scrunches. “Actually, scratch that, I don’t need any of the sexy time details.”
