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He puts his hand up in my face as if this isn’t my business, but between him and his sister. “Um, yeah. The fact that you’re using her for sex.”
I balk. “You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”
“Hey, guys.” Henry dips his head into our little trio. “I have a kid over here. Can we cool it with the f-word?”
I groan in frustration. “Why did you lie?” I want to ask her a million more questions, but I’m trying to stay calm because people are starting to come out of their apartments.
“At first…I didn’t…he was in Florida.” She points at Conor.
“That’s not an excuse.” My arms fly up at my sides.
“Did you know who he was when you met him?” Conor asks, interrupting my line of questioning.
“Hey, you’ll get your turn. Right now, I get to ask the questions.”
“Like hell.” Conor steps in front of me.
I’m not usually a physical guy outside of the rink, but I fucking cared about this woman. And she’s been lying to me this entire time.
“You know what?” I put up my hands and step back. “Have at it. I’m done.”
“Wait!” Leigh or Kyleigh or whatever fuck her name is steps forward, but Conor blocks her from getting to me.
“He’s not worth it. This is exactly why I made you promise to never get with one of my friends or teammates. They’re all looking for nothing more than a quick fuck.”
“Hello!” Henry shouts.
“Guys, we’re causing a scene, and phones are starting to come out.” Tweetie lowers his head into our widespread huddle.
“She wasn’t that,” I say because I’m an idiot who can’t stop himself. “I mean…” Oh fuck it. I can’t right now.
All this time I thought she wanted to tell me something, I never thought it was that she was Conor Nilsen’s sister and that she’d been lying to me since the moment we met. Fuck, it hurts.
“So, here’s the deal.” A fireman who seems to be the chief comes over to us. When he takes off his gloves, his silver wedding ring shines under the streetlights. His name tag reads Bianco. He looks strong, and with the way he’s built, I bet he models for those firefighter calendars or is auctioned off every year for some fundraiser. He takes in Tweetie, then looks at Conor, me, and Henry last. “Falcons?”
“Yeah,” Henry says.
He rocks back and glances at the security gate. “You all live upstairs?”
“We do,” Tweetie says, crossing his arms.
“Well, the fire is out. We’re pretty sure it was electrical, but the water damage is extensive on the ground level. The sprinkler system was working, so it minimized any fire or smoke damage from extending beyond the bar. We called the owner and told them it’s boarded up for the night, but that they can get back inside in a few days. You’re all free to go up to your places.”
“Thank you, firefighter,” Bodhi says, staring up at the man as if he’s a hero.
Chief Bianco squats and glances over at another firefighter, gesturing for something. “What’s your name?”
“Bodhi,” he says. “Is it fun to be a fireman?”
The tension dissipates from watching Bodhi be so amazed.
“It’s a lot of fun, but a lot of hard work. Do you want to be a fireman one day?” Chief Bianco asks.
“Maybe.” He looks at Henry behind him. “Or a hockey player.”
Chief Bianco laughs, and the other firefighter comes over and hands him a plastic firefighter hat. Chief Bianco puts it on Bodhi’s head. “Here you go. You can be Firefighter Bodhi for as long as you want.”
Bodhi’s mouth falls open, and he turns back to Henry. “Dad! Look!”
