Page 45 of Enemy Games

Did he hold onto this place, or had he moved on?

I doubted he was as sentimental as I was, but then again, it had only been a few weeks since I lived here. It had been years for him.

My team was playing tonight, and the men were playing tomorrow afternoon, so we were staying here all weekend. I even got special permission to stay at home rather than the hotel with the rest of my teammates.

I searched the cars as we pulled into the hotel parking lot, and I finally spotted my dad’s silver sedan.

“My parents are here.” I told Chris as we stood to join the line to get off. “Would you mind if I introduced you to them?”

“I would love to meet Papa and Mama Stone!” She followed me around the front of the bus to where my parents were waiting.

“My sweet girl!” Mom ran forward and pulled me into her arms. I laughed and hugged her back.

“It’s only been a few weeks, Mom.”

“Anything more than a day or two is too long for her,” Dad teased as he put his hand on Mom’s shoulder.

She finally released me, and I gave him a quick hug before stepping back and introducing Chris. “This is my roommate, Chris,” I started.

“And her best friend,” Chris added before Mom pulled her in for a hug as well.

“Nice to meet you.” Dad offered her a smile. “How is your wrist?”

I held up my right arm, showing them the wrapping. “It's fine. I’m doing a lot better, but Coach wanted to be on the safe side, so I’m out for another week.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I know that’s hard for you,” Mom said. They already knew I wasn’t going to be playing, and I was honestly surprised they weren’t demanding that I go see my doctor here for a second opinion.

“Is it weird being back?” Mom asked.

“Very. I was telling Chris it feels wrong being here as a visitor.”

Dad’s attention drifted over my shoulder, and his brows furrowed. “Is that Hunter Shaw?”

Chris’s eyes widened when they met mine. No, I hadn’t told my parents about our reunion. It wasn’t like I was purposely keeping it from them, he just didn’t come to mind when I talked to them.

“Yeah, he’s on the men’s team.”

Mom looked from the group of guys to me then back again. “Oh, how … nice.”

Chris giggled before covering her mouth.

“I knew he was near Pittsburgh, but I thought it was Penn State,” Dad muttered before passing me and heading in his direction.

Ahhh no! What was he doing?

I turned to Mom, and she gave me a smile. “He and Mr. Shaw run into each other quite a bit at the clubhouse.”

Ugh. The golf course Dad practically lived at on the weekends during the season.

“How is he?” Mom asked cryptically.

“I’ve already told Chris about our past,” I explained, and Mom seemed to relax a bit. She always tried to remain civil and polite no matter how she felt about a person. It was a trait I didn’t inherit.

“He didn’t remember me,” I admitted, and her brows lifted. “I reminded him, and things were somewhat awkward, but that’s it.”

She nodded once but didn’t say anything else. She wouldn’t in front of Chris.

“What time do you have to be at the arena?” she asked instead, turning back to a safe topic.