Page 180 of Slapshot Bride

“Brennan.”

“Larkin.”

“You two always this excited to see each other?” I ask.

“Yes,” Wyatt says at the exact same time Quinn says, “No.”

I laugh while Quinn rolls her eyes and reaches for her drink.

“Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“Finished early.”

“Did Coach Brennan finally give up on you?”

“Your dad loves me.”

“My dad tolerates you because trading you would involve paperwork.”

Wyatt grins. “Pretty sure I’m his favorite.”

“You’re not even his favorite Wyatt.”

“There are no other Wyatts.”

“Exactly.”

I glance between them, because apparently this is a thing they do, although I’m not entirely sure when that happened.

Wyatt looks like he’s about to say something else when his phone buzzes. He pulls it from his pocket, glances at the screen, and sighs.

“Gotta go.” He looks at me. “See you around, Riley.”

“Bye.”

His eyes flick to Quinn again. “Brennan.”

“Larkin.”

He heads toward the counter, and Quinn goes right back to her sandwich like the exchange never happened. I watch her for a second before looking over at Wyatt.

He’s standing in line checking his phone, but a moment later, his eyes lift and go straight to our table.

Interesting.

“What?” Quinn asks.

I turn back to her. “Nothing.”

She narrows her eyes but doesn’t say anything, and I hide my smile behind another bite of my sandwich.

The café door opens again a few minutes later, and this time I don’t have to wonder who it is.

Easton.

He spots me in the corner and heads straight over, and I can’t stop my face from lighting up as he approaches.

He’s still in his practice gear under a hoodie, his hair slightly damp, and he bends to kiss the top of my head before crouching beside my chair because apparently he can’t help himself anymore. One hand settles flat against my bump.