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She nodded fiercely. “I beat all the boys in gym class.”
Those words made me smile. Looked like my girl had a competitive streak, I could work with that. I reached out with a fist and she immediately knuckle punched me.
“Two! No one is allowed to mention–” Garcia cut himself off and mouthed, “Francesca.”
“Hassik’s ex gf. He still cries about her and it ruins his goalie mojo,” I whispered in Stevie’s ear, to which she giggled– actually giggled, likeIwas funny.
“Three, no one touches Garcia’s power pellets.” He gave her a stern look.
She squinted at him. “I thought you were Garcia?”
“He’s speaking about himself in the third person like a dufus,” I told her, to which she giggled again. “His power pellets are his candies in the pantry. He thinks they’re lucky to eat before games,” I explained.
“And lastly. He–”
“Or she,” Hassik added.
“–who explodes the toilet, must clean said toilet,” Garcia finished.
Her nose crinkled.
“Got it?” Garcia asked seriously.
“Got it,” she said with a firm nod.
“Sick. Game time, boys! Oh, and girl,” Garcia said, running to the couch.
“Nah, we actually have to go out and pick up some stuff,” I told them.
Stevie’s neck snapped toward me. “We’re going shopping?”
“Yeah, Target sound okay?”
“Oh my Gosh, Ilovetarget!” she gushed.
I laughed. I guess all of the female species loved it.
“Can we get some Starbucks there too?” she asked eagerly.
I cocked my head to the side. “You’re a basic girl, eh?”
Stevie rolled her eyes. “Mom says saying ‘basic’ like an insult is society’s way of putting down stuff girls actually like.” I couldn’t help but grin, because that sounded exactly like Fiona.
“Oh, sorry.”
Stevie pursed her lips and practically looked me up and down like she wasn’t impressed. “You should be.”
“Yeah, you should be!” my teammates chorused, grinning smugly. Assholes.
I sucked in my top lip. I needed to get back in her good graces. “So, Starbucks, what do you like there?” I needed to start tallying away some of her likes in my mind.
“They have the best cake pops and hot chocolates. Me and mom always get them before we walk around,” she said.
“Noted. Can’t break tradition. Us hockey players are big on tradition,” I told her seriously.
Her eyebrows drew together, like she was studying me. “So, you’ll get some too?” she asked hesitantly.
Garcia pointed a finger at me and cocked his head as if to say,you know the answer.When Duke was away for the NHL’s All-Star Weekend last year, Claire hung out with us. That night, she reamed us out for not getting ice cream with her. She went on a whole tirade about how people don’t like indulging alone, and then she made us all hold ice creams.
