Page 190 of Lose You Twice

Asher looks between us. “I’m so out of the loop.”

“Dane called and had some potential news for me.” I sigh, not enjoying talking about this right now. “I might be called up sooner than planned.”

Asher’s brows lift. “Like, before we finish the tournaments?”

I nod, and Asher goes quiet, studying the table as if it’s the most interesting thing ever.

“That’s cool, dude,” he finally says. “But also shitty timing for us if we keep going the way we are. We finally have a good chance at winning the Frozen Four.”

“I know, which is why I haven’t said anything.” I meet his gaze. “And I’d appreciate it if everyone did the same. Until there’s something solid, I don’t want everyone losing their shit.”

He nods, and Grayson gives me an unapologetic look.

Weston finally reappears, eyes wide. “Pretty sure I just met my future wife.”

We all turn to look at him, Grayson taking the lead. “Come again?”

“Dead ass.” Weston plops into his seat. “She’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, wearing the wrong fucking colors, though. She had a CSU hockey shirt on, like what the fuck? In Oakley’s? The audacity of some people.” He pauses, taking a drink before continuing. “Anyway, I basically told her she has some balls wearing that here, and she told me to fuck all the way off.”

My brows furrow in confusion. “And that means she’s interested?”

He leans back in his seat, nodding. “Oh yeah, she wants me for sure.”

Asher sighs loudly. “I have so many fucking concerns about you.”

He isn’t the only one.

The girls return from the bathroom, looking from Weston’s love-drunk expression to our confused faces.

“What did we miss?” Wren asks, trying to take the seat next to me before I pull her back onto my lap.

I drop a kiss to her shoulder. “Nothing unusual, just Weston misreading signals and thinking a girl’s interested when she probably hates him.”

“I’m telling you! I was stunned silent, which never happens.” Weston furrows his brow. “Actually, I think when I first met Wren it was the same.” I send him a glare, and he quickly puts his hands up in defense. “Not like that, though. Like, yeah, she’s hot and who wouldn’t want to, uh, get to know her.” He gulps. “But this is different!”

Just then, a girl passes a few tables away, moving toward the door with a takeout bag in one hand. Dark hair, green jacket, confident walk. Weston’s eyes all but bug out of his head.

“There,” he whisper-shouts. “That’s her!”

We all look, and Harlow cackles, my own recognition sparking.

Weston snaps toward Harlow. “You know her?”

“Oh, honey,” Harlow says, reaching out and giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “That’s Austyn Wade.”

Weston blinks. “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something.”

“It does.” I lean back, a grin on my face. “Pretty sure she’s Sam Hudson’s girlfriend.”

“That stupid mother fucker,” Weston mumbles. “Ruining my life even off the ice. Destiny has placed the woman of my dreams deep inside enemy territory.”

My mouth twitches. “She’s not in a territory. She’s in a relationship.”

“With Sam Hudson,” Grayson adds, because apparently he is choosing violence.

Weston points at him. “Unhelpful.”

“But accurate,” Asher says.