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“I got you.” Koa nods to the table. “Save us a seat.”
As I approach, I hear Bria whisper, “It’s happening again.”
To that, Riley looks up from her French toast as I drop my backpack on an empty chair.
“How was practice?” I ask as I take the seat beside Riley.
“Fine,” she says, looking past me.
“Oh shit. These seats taken?” I ask with mock concern.
She narrows her eyes at me then whispers, “What are you doing?”
“Eating breakfast before you and I walk to class together,” I answer, leaning back in my seat and locking my fingers behind my neck.
“Not sure you realize this, but you don’t have any food in front of you,” Bria points out.
I cock my head to the side and catch Riley doing a full sweep of my body. When our eyes meet, her face immediately reddens. Straight up was expecting her to say something sarcastic to follow up on Bria’s observation, but I have to say I love the direction she took it.I need to get her off.
“You have room for four more?” comes from behind me and I look back to see Oz, Cody, Skinner, and Hart.
“Saving three for my roommates, but whatever’s left is all you, boo-boo.”
I feel a tiny foot rail against mine and bite back a laugh.
“Thinking we can squeeze in here. If it gets tight, I have a lap.” Oz sits down beside Bria, leans forward, and winks at Riley. “Morning, Riles.”
“I think I’m gonna head over to Switzerland,” Hart grumbles as he walks away.
“Think I’ll join him,” Cody says.
“Oh, hell no, roomie, you get back here,” Riley insists.
Sighing loudly, he heads back over and sits, leaving a seat between him and Oz.
JT sets a tray onto the table and he, Dash, and Koa take a seat. “Thanks, Taylor.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Oz points his fork with a sausage link stuck to the end of it toward my plate.
“Breakfast number two.” I shrug.
He chuckles. “What was number one? A protein shake?”
Fucker.
“Oh shit, my bad. Must be how you stay so lean.” He bites his sausage. “Should probably follow a plan myself.”
“It’s all good.” I cut into my omelet and look at Riley. “Good win the other night. We had a great time, didn’t we, Riley?”
“Must’ve sucked having to rough it. You’re all used to being inside, under a roof, and out of the elements, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cozy even on the ice, a nice, even twenty-four to twenty-nine degrees.” I chuckle and get another kick.
“Christ, I keep stepping in it, don’t I?” Oz laughs.
“We both play a sixty-minute game. Granted, yours takes you guys like three hours.” I laugh to myself. “With all those whistles the refs blow when someone gets tackled or—what’s that one call?—roughing?”
Oz looks at Cody. “Fucking brutal in here.”
