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My face fell, and I shook my head. “No. I mean, yes. I would. But my job isn’t more important—”
Em laughed and shared a look with Bash, who joined her. “Mac, you’re a hockey player. Your schedule takes priority—”
“I’m sorry—”
“No. Don’t be. We knew that going into this. I’m a social media manager. Sure, I love the Evergreens and they’re like family, but if they were willing to trade you, I would follow you. I’m loyal to you.”
Bash pressed his hand to my back, stroking me through my shirt. “I cook food. Everyone everywhere needs to eat.”
“But you guys need time to think about it—”
Em shook her head. “We’ve already talked about it. We’ll go wherever you go.”
“You did?”
“Of course.” She smiled and stroked my cheek. I blinked, savoring her touch. “We were just waiting for you to be ready to talk about it.”
Bash kissed my neck, leaving his lips against me. “We have flexible jobs. You don’t. And we’re okay with that.”
“You are?” Tears stung the corners of my eyes and I blinked hard to press them away, which only clouded my vision.
“Oh, Mac,” Em murmured, reaching up to wipe my cheek with her soft hands. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“I guess no one’s really chose me first. Ever.”
Bash’s hand stilled, and he smirked. “I don’t believe that for one second. You’re definitely the guy who picked his own team for dodgeball.”
“Yeah, but who picked me? The gym teacher?”
“How long has this been weighing on you?”
I hesitated, and Bardot tilted his head. “Seriously, how long?”
“A long time?” I grimaced. “Like two months?”
He smacked my ass and pointed to the car. “Get in there and don’t ever treat the man I love like that again—”
“Bash—”
He shook his head. “Two months ago was the time to talk. Not now.”
I stood there, mouth gaping. “Seriously?”
He smirked and opened my door. “Just get in the damn car. I want to get there before the sun goes down.”
“We have like five hours until then—”
“And we told our families we’d be there at six.”
“We’ll get there around six—”
His laughter filled the car as he slid into his seat. “They’ll send search parties at 6:01.”
“Seriously?” I glanced at Em.
She frowned. “No, but we’ll never hear the end of it.”
My stomach lurched as Bash gained speed on the shoulder, merging back onto the highway, hurtling us toward people I was increasingly less sure I wanted to meet.
