Page 47 of Flashback for the Forward

There was a beat of silence before he responded. “I’m sorry, found out?”

I straightened, running a hand through my hair. “Best guess is Kennedy was identified in the stands during the broadcast of last night’s game.”

“Hold on, you’re telling me that the woman you’re with learned about the woman you spent six years married to from someone else?”

When he said it like that, it sounded even worse.

In order to delay the inevitable lecture from my twin, I focused on the detail he’d gotten wrong. “I’m not with Bridget.”

“Yet,” he corrected. “You’re not with her yet. Don’t think you’re going to get off on a technicality here.”

“Fine,” I huffed. “You’re right. I should have been the one to tell her about my past.”

“See, was that so hard?”

My teeth were gritted hard enough to crack a molar. “Yes.”

“I’m guessing she didn’t take it well?”

I grunted, unwilling to give him any more ammunition.

He tsked. “You know, if you’d listened to me in the first place, all of this could have been avoided.”

There was no denying that Crew had tried really, really hard to talk me out of marrying Kennedy.

At the knock on my hotel room door, I jumped up to answer it, excitement thrumming in my veins.

Unlatching the deadbolt, I pulled it open to reveal my twin on the other side.

Crew wasted no time in pulling me in for a tight hug. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, man.”

I gave him a few hard pats on the back. “Same.”

While we’d both been drafted by the San Diego Surf, we were still waiting for a call from our agent that they were ready for us to sign our entry-level contracts. So in the meantime, we were biding our time in juniors, playing on different teams for the first time in our entire lives. Hell, we weren’t even in the same time zone these days, with me in Vancouver and him outside of Toronto, making it harder than ever to connect.

When we broke apart, I stepped back to let him into the room.

He parked his carry-on next to the queen bed closest to the window before turning around. “You nervous about the game tonight?”

My team, the BC Bullets, were playing for the Western Junior League Championship against our bitter rivals, the Edmonton Griffins. Crew’s team hadn’t advanced to the finals in the Ontario Junior League, so he’d come to cheer me on.

“Not as nervous as I am about tomorrow,” I confessed.

My twin’s brows drew down. “Tomorrow? What’s going on tomorrow?”

I threw on a fake-as-hell smile, brightening my voice. “I’m getting married.”

Crew doubled over, his laughter echoing throughout the space. When he began to calm down, he slapped his thigh. “Oh, man, that was a good one.”

“I’m not joking.”

The humor in his eyes faded away. “What the hell do you mean, you’re getting married? To who?”

“To Kennedy. Who else?”

“That chick you met a month ago?”

Six weeks, if we were counting, but close enough.