Page 147 of Slapshot Kiss

And suddenly, I remember what I wanted to talk to Wyatt about.

We need to tell Dad.

With everything else going on, I completely forgot about it.

But now, after everything that’s happened between Wyatt and me, it feels more important than ever.

WYATT

Coach’s Daughter

Quinn is sitting on my kitchen counter when she brings it up.

We’ve been back at my place for maybe twenty minutes, long enough for me to shower and for her to steal one of my shirts while Pickles follows her around like he hasn’t seen her in months instead of days.

I’m standing at the stove, trying to turn what’s left in my fridge into dinner, when she says, “I think we need to tell my dad.”

My hand stills on the handle of the pan.

I’ve actually had the same thought, but I didn’t want to pressure Quinn, so I never brought it up. And the last thing I want is for her to feel like I’m hiding her because I’m scared of what Brennan might do.

But I wholeheartedly agree.

I glance over my shoulder. “We should tell him.”

She lets out a breath. “Really?”

I frown. “Did you think I was going to argue?”

“No. I just…” She shrugs. “It could make things complicated for you. But also, we can’t continue like this.” She looks down at Pickles, who’s planted himself beneath her dangling feet in the hope that food might fall out of the sky. “I almost hugged you in the parking lot today, and then I saw him standing there and remembered I couldn’t.”

I turn down the heat and face her properly.

“I hate that,” she says.

“Me too. And I’m not afraid of the consequences. I knew this could fuck things up with Coach from the beginning. I knew what I was risking every time I kissed you, every time I came over here, every time I decided I wanted more than whatever the hell we were pretending this was.” I hold her gaze. “I still kept pursuing you.”