Page 109 of Risky Play

I grimaced. This was not how I wanted to meet Matt’s sister after I ripped his heart out of his chest. “Maddie.”

She beamed, which confused me. “Oh, I know. So, do you love my brother or what?”

Dinah was laughing so hard in the driver’s seat. Meanwhile, I felt the judgmental gaze from Matt’s little sister.

“Umm.”

“She does,” Dinah answered for me. “That’s why she came out and put on makeup.”

“You didn’t give me a choice,” I grumbled.

“Stop being such a mope. You two are a pair and annoying as fuck to deal with.”

“It was like pulling teeth to get it out of Matt what was going on,” Luna agreed.

I groaned. “You know I’m right here?”

“So, do you love my brother?” Luna asked again.

“Yes!”

“So what exactly is your fucking problem?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why did you let him walk away?”

I sighed. “My brother.”

“That seems like bullshit.”

“Mmmhmm,” Dinah agreed.

This was exactly what my teammates said to me. The worst part? They were right. I was so scared of what my brother was going to do to Matt when he found out, but it also scared me how much I loved Matt. When he told me he loved me, I didn’t say it back because it shocked me into silence. Then he stormed out, and I never got to tell him how I felt.

“I really miss him,” I whispered.

Dinah pulled her car into the parking lot of the arena. She cut her engine and turned around, giving me an annoyed look. “Yeah. We know. He’s been miserable lately, so he misses you too.”

“He’s burying himself in hockey and looks like a robot out there,” Luna said.

“Come on, let’s go watch our men play, and then you can apologize and, for the love of the hockey gods, get it in!” Dinah said with a mischievous grin.

“DINAH!” I yelled while Luna laughed her ass off.

Dinah gave me an innocent smile. Sometimes, I forgot she could be so blunt, but that’s why I loved her. Even if she was being annoying as hell right now.

“Come on,” I muttered under my breath as I watched the team struggle to keep the puck out of their zone.

Luna squeezed my arm, and I realized I liked Matt’s bubbly sister. We chatted about hockey during the first intermission, and she was excited about the prospect of coming to Franklin. If she got in.

I watched Matt race after one of the Pittsburgh Miners, and I cringed when he slammed into the boards and got knocked down.

Then play stopped, and the whistle was blown.

“What’s happening?” I asked. “That was a clean hit.”

Dinah stared down at where Mac and Hallsy were talking to the refs. Matt wasn’t getting up from the ice. Why wasn’t he getting up from the ice?