made you eggs this morning, Leila. You actually believe he did that out of the goodness of his heart?” He turned all the way around in his seat, the neck of his oversized jersey drooping over his shoulder. She smiled back at him.
Drew was a miniature version of his brother, a little more polished and less battle worn from years of hockey. She knew her friend was trying to look out for her, and she appreciated it more than she could say.
“Let me answer that for you,” he continued gruffly. “No. I love that idiot more than anyone, but when it comes to girls, my brother doesn’t have a heart. He’s like the Tin Man.”
“Do you actually believe an egg sandwich can make me forget I hate him?” she asked, patting his hand, which lay on the armrest between them.
“It’s what’s attached to the egg sandwich that causes the memory loss. Trust me. I share those genetics. I know the power they hold.”
“Speaking of that—” she began, trying a different approach, “—you should know the walls are paper thin at your place, which means I can totally hear the game you’ve been laying down the past couple of nights.”
Drew scowled at her. “You’re changing the subject.”
“Yes.” She smiled ruefully at him. “I’m changing the subject. Now, what is his name? And when do we get to meet him?”
Drew turned back around, crossing his arms over his chest, focusing his attention on the ice. “The game is about to start.”
This time it was her turn to interrogate. “I don’t think so, buddy. You do not get to sit here and lecture me, and then turn tail and ignore me when I ask you a question. Now, what is his name?”
“The relationship is new.” He sighed, glancing over at her. “And you guys are intrusive, judgmental, and not to mention about ten different types of crazy. I’ll tell you his name at the wedding.”
“We are not crazy,” she pouted, chucking a couple pieces of popcorn at him.
“So just intrusive and judgmental, then?”
She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie. It was true about all of them. Somehow, without even realizing it, they’d become this sort of misfit family over the years, tighter than any exclusive club, and it caused them to be extremely protective of each other. Entrance to their inner circle wasn’t given lightly. It was earned.
Derek never stood a chance, not with the two-headed beast that was Drew and Austin analyzing his every move. Not that it would have worked out anyway. Their relationship had been doomed way before Derek fabricated his first boys’ night out scheme.
It only made sense for Drew to be wary of opening himself up to the same scrutiny that ran off every guy who ever looked in her direction. “Well, you’re one to talk,” she scolded him playfully.
“Hey,” he laughed, “I at least tried with Derek. I even pretended to be nice to him the last time I saw him.”
“And the thirty times before that?”
“I was tolerable toward him,” he said, then smirked. “Most of the time.”
“He deserved it.”
The lights went out, the regular pregame introductions started, and they stood up with the rest of the rowdy crowd, allowing the energetic atmosphere to consume them. “You won’t tell Henrik I’m dating someone, will you?” Drew yelled above the crowd.
“Of course not.”
“It’s not that I’m intentionally hiding it from him, because if he asked, I wouldn’t lie. However, this is Henrik—”
“He’s too concerned with his own shit to even think to ask—” she finished for him.
“Pretty much.”
“Look—” she placed her arm around her best friend’s shoulder, pulling him toward her “—I won’t ruin your next brotherly bonding moment. I officially have a leash on my blabbermouth. Just promise me that I can be there when you finally tell him.”
“You better be there,” he instructed, his eyes growing dark. “You’re not running off anymore. These past two years without you felt
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