Page 39 of The Score

"I'm not getting traded, Divina." Saint kisses Ames' face. "We already got confirmation."

"And it still would make no damn sense," Logan says.

"Trading someone playing like you is still unheard of." Damián finishes doing whatever he did at the grill, and comes to sit on the arm of Nat's chair.

"And way too expensive for other teams," Dom adds. "Ridiculous."

"That's why Williamson is the one being let go," Evie drops.

I blink twice. Bear tenses next to me. A couple of gasps escape people around us.

"We're getting a new GM?" Bear asks.

"Yep." Evie nods. "Apparently Selena got tired of his plans— I heard she lost too much trust in him. Now they're waiting until they have an official announcement for who's replacing him before they push it to the media. Of course, that means it's already getting out."

"Any hints as to the replacement?" Nat arches an eyebrow.

Evie shrugs. "All I heard was that Selena's pick is a woman, but it's not certain yet."

"Not many people could fit that role." Dom's voice is monotone for once.

I glance at him. He drops back to lean on the back cushions, arms crossed, and a wrinkle between his brows.

Huh.

"In any case," Saint says, "that's good news all around."

"Yeah." Damián smiles. "I think it'll be a season of change."

Now it's the tone of his voice that makes us all turn to him.

He smirks while Nat takes out a long chain from under her collar. In full silence from the group, they take three rings out from the necklace. Two go to Nat's left hand, while a simple band goes to Damián's.

"Oh my God!" Evie exclaims.

"We eloped." Nat grins.

Her clarification almost disappears among the expressions of shock and delight. Bear glances at me with a raised eyebrow, and I can't help but laugh.

Elopement. As far as I ever imagined for myself. The thing I decided would never be for me, after all. But now, I'm getting married to my best friend with a proper ceremony, and a full reception, and a dress I have yet to find…

Think of getting married tome.

I have. Despite my lack of enthusiasm over picking flowers and a cake flavor, picturing it has been easier than I thought. I'm sure it means things. Probably, it's because seeing my parents be emotional and excited makes it all worth it.

This hope is what keeps me moving forward. Otherwise, I'd be too worried about seeing our wedding as the start to a window of opportunity, where after a year of being married, Bear might decide what we have is perfectly good and everything he needs. That he will stop looking for Future Wife, because he realized he doesn't need the kind of love that shows in a high-adrenaline chase scene— the kind that proves that if they spend another minute apart, the world will implode.

"When?!" Ames's exclamation brings me back.

"A few weeks ago." Nat's smile shines, as does her eyes. "We just wanted to be married, you know?"

"Ever since we won the championship in February," Damián says. "I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"That wasmyline," Logan complains.

Like a tennis match, we all turn to him and his girlfriend at the opposite end of the terrace.

Logan's frown is miraculously gone. Evie glows.