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I check my phone again and respond to Torryn letting her know we’re only about twenty minutes away.
“Aren’t we meeting them for lunch?” Beau asks. “Ask her then.”
Torryn responds and says she and Isla are almost ready and wants to know if they should go ahead and get a table or if they should wait and meet us at the house. I don't even bother asking the guys for their opinion and tell her to wait. I like the idea of coming home and seeing her face.
The guys continue to chatter about what we could do with our one day off, but none of their ideas sound particularly interesting to me. None of us can cook all that well. We’d be better off ordering Chinese food than attempting to pull together a whole Thanksgiving meal.
Except for the Mac and cheese. Wells does make a mean Mac and cheese. Hm. Maybe we could just eat that for the holiday and call it a day. I’d be more than happy with that.
We get off the bus at the school and say our goodbyes to the team. Tate tells us he’ll see us in a bit at Barney’s and I assume Xander was the one who told him. At least Tor isn’t trying to ditch him and go off on her own.
The other guys climb into my truck, and man. It is nice to have my baby back, but sometimes I miss watching Torryn drive her. She looked sexy behind the wheel. We head back to the house to pick up the girls and Xander.
The three of them are already waiting outside, but when we pull up Xander salutes us and heads down the street towards Tate’s place. Fair enough. We wouldn’t have all fit anyway.
Wells and Beau hop out of the truck to trade places. Tor climbs into the front and sits in the middle while Isla climbs in the back to sit behind her. Her arm brushes against mine and I can’t help the tingle that spreads over where she touched.
“Hey,” I greet, grinning at her. She looks so cute bundled up in my sweatshirt with a beanie. She scrunches her nose back at me, but nods in greeting, bumping her elbow against me.
“We were just talking about Thanksgiving,” Beau says before the door is even closed behind.
Isla pokes her head between him and Tor with a smile I’ve learned not to trust. “Oh, yeah? What about it?”
Wells pulls her back against him, scolding her that it isn’t safe to sit like that, especially when it’s pouring rain. I take offense at his lack of trust in my driving skills, but let it go, instead answering her, “What we’re going to do.”
“We were wondering if you guys had any plans?” Wells asks. I give him a look in the rearview mirror. I thought he was trying to figure out if he could spend the holiday with his girl. Not all of us.
“We always go to Torryn’s grandma’s. Right, Tor?”
Torryn nods her head at my side. “Yeah, she’s expecting us. You guys?”
When no one answers her right away, she looks up from her phone and cocks her head at me. “We’re still trying to figure it out,” I explain.
“None of you are going home for break?” Isla asks, looking at Wells curiously. Maybe it never occurred to either of them that we would still be around.
“We have a game on Friday,” James explains.
Torryn scrunches her nose again. “Ew.”
I elbow her in protest. “I thought you’d come around to hockey,” I argue. It sure seems that way when she’s totally fine being a part of my pregame routine now. In fact, I would even say she looks forward to game days for that very reason. Sleeping inside her has become the best part about the night before any game. Even better than the head and way she rides my face before it.
She shrugs, a salacious smirk that tells me her mind went to the exact same place as mine did. “Sure, but skating after eating Thanksgiving food? No thanks.”
Fair enough. “I was thinking of just ordering Chinese food this year."
“You were?” Beau looks past her to stare at me.
I pull into a parking lot at Barney’s as I respond. “Yeah, I mean it’s not like any of us can really cook.”
We all climb out of the truck and Wells protests but when we all give him the same look he grumbles his agreement that a turkey is out of his area of expertise. Isla frowns at the four of us. “That’s so sad.”
Not really. Thanksgiving is a holiday dominated by sports. If you’re an athlete, you’re ready to give up most of your breaksand a good chunk of your holidays too. We’re all used to it. And it’s why the team is like family.
“I’m surprised your parents aren’t coming down again,” Torryn says. My mom still asks about her every time we’re on the phone. They’ve even had several conversations where they’ve both forgotten I was even an original participant of it.
“Not a good weekend to travel,” I explain, knowing she and my mom will probably end up talking about it this week when my mom calls me.
We find a table in the corner big enough for all of us plus the other guys that should be right behind us. Wells and Isla slide into the corner and Torryn guides me to slide in after Beau, while James takes the other side so she can sit at the edge. I give her a look at manhandling me, but she already looks smug. “Trouble,” I mutter.
