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“Hey, Bex,” Shannon lilts. “You have no idea how happy I am to see another woman right now.” She points the spatula in Jamie’s direction. “These guys have been giving me hell all morning.”
“No, we haven’t,” Jamie says.
“Yes, you have,” she challenges, with a smile. “There’s way too much testosterone in this kitchen right now.”
“If by giving you hell you mean admiring you from afar, then I guess I am.” Jamie licks his lips. “Turn around so I can admire you some more.”
She laughs at his stupidity, shaking off his comment, and glances at me. “See what I’ve been dealing with? Anyway, you hungry? I made enough bacon and sausage for you and Parker.”
I rub my stomach. “I can eat.”
Her face brightens. “What kind of eggs do you want?”
“Scrambled,” Preston and me say at the same time.
“Oh, look at you two,” Shannon says. “How cute? Pretty soon you’ll be finishing each other’s sentences.”
“Ah, no… we’re not together,” I spit out.
She looks at me, then Preston, and smiles. “Well, you should be.”
“Unwritten Coach rules,” Jamie says, and Preston looks as though he wants to choke him for mentioning it.
Because Preston knew that was between us. Except he didn’t keep his word.
“You told them?” Annoyed, I take a seat at the circular table in the corner of the kitchen.
“Yeah, sorry.” He pulls out a chair and slides it over until our legs are touching. “They’re like my brothers. None of them will say a word. I promise.” He says the last part staring into my eyes, and I believe him.
“What unwritten rules?” Shannon asks Jamie.
I let out a frustrated sigh and then give Preston the okay to inform Shannon of my father’s rules. Everyone in the room stares at me, and it’s super weird.
“Hmm…” Shannon says. “How come your dad has these rules? Did you hook up with one of his players or something?”
I look away from her for a second, considering my next words. Too many people are staring at me, this situation making me uncomfortable.
“Something like that,” I mutter.
“Really?” Preston chimes. “You never told me that.”
“It wasn’t anyone on his college team, so I didn’t think it was important.”
“Does he still play hockey?”
I nod.
“For a college team?”
I nod again.
Preston scrunches his nose. “Do I know him?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Yep.”
“And you’re not gonna tell me,” Preston says.
“Nope.”
