Then he moved over to his mom, and I got that, too. She seemed pretty chill this time.
“Silvard, right?” I asked.
Natalie’s eyes got big.
Me. Normal. I was loving it. “You told me last year that’s where he’s going. Early acceptance?”
“Yeah.” She blinked some more, then shook her head. “Uh. Yeah.” She regained her footing, and her smile was more genuine. “Cut got a ride there until he goes to the NHL. Chad doesn’t think he’ll make the team. He’s not as good as Cut, but he’s hoping for one last year with him.”
I got it. I’d want one last year with Cut, too.
Honestly, I’d take one last moment with him at this point. I still loved the guy, though I’ve realized he had no clue who I was that year and we never actually talked. Like, ever.
I was a bit delusional that year.
“That’s cool.” I was bobbing my head, acting just like what I said.
It’s my new favorite word.
Deek cleared his throat, suddenly all serious. “I’ve talked to your uncle, and he mentioned the agreement we worked out. That works with you?”
I knew what he was talking about, and I nodded. “I’ll stay with my uncle. I’m guessing you want me to go to Silvard next year?”
He relaxed. Dude did not want me in the house. I got it. I understood.
His shoulders lowered, and the lines of tension in his forehead eased at my words.
“We’re figuring since Chad will be there, you might want to get to know your brother a bit.”
Now that I’m better…
Now that my mother wasn’t…
“That’d be great.” I winked at Little Dude. “But only if Koala Dude and I can hang sometimes.”
He giggled at his name.
Deek’s head jerked to the side. “We can talk later about that.”
With a clearer head, it turned out that I was smart, and I might even be a little super-duper smart. I would need to work hard and work a lot, but I could probably graduate like one of those normal people.
The agreement was that I stayed away and Deek would pay for my college.
He was choosing Silvard.
My uncle thought I’d be pissed about that, but I was down.
I wasn’t like one of those girls. I didn’t have plans, dreams, or Pinterest boards about anything. I was just happy to be able to go to college, and Silvard is no slouch school. They’re D1 and pretty fancy-pants. I knew it’d be hard, but as long as I kept current with therapy and meds, I was down for the pound.
I could get a degree, and whadda ya know? I could get a decent job at the end of all this.
I saw my uncle approaching, and I knew what that meant. It was time to get this shindig going.
My dad hugged me. He was still so tense. I didn’t know why.
Natalie hugged me. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Cheyenne.” She smoothed my hair, her hands fell to my shoulders, and then Little Dude hugged my knees.
I didn’t tell anyone, but my shoulders tingled after that touch from her.
My mom used to be nice like that, but that was a long time ago.
Like, ages ago.
Like, I couldn’t remember now, but she must’ve been at some point.
She had to be.
All moms hugged their kids, right…?
But I didn’t want to deal with that. I got my Little Dude here.
I crouched down and held up my pinkie again. “We’re gonna hang, right?”
He stepped forward, all serious. He wrapped his pinkie around mine and nodded. “Hell yeah, we’re gonna hang.”
“Hunter!” his mom said.
But he just laughed. I laughed back, and it was all good.1CheyenneThe presentI was lit, weak, and horny.
That was not a good combination for me. Usually my willpower was strong, like industrial-strength super-latexed condom strong, but not tonight. Tonight, the combination of the booze and cocktails had melded together and taken down my last holdouts of willpower. I was gonzo and then I got this text.
Dean: Mustang party! Now! Where r u???
Dean was my colleague, but let’s forget about why he would be texting me because we are not ‘texting’ colleagues. Kansas City Mustangs. That was the important part of that text, and it was getting all of my attention.
Dear God. I could hear the whistle of the impending bomb right before it hit.
That was the professional hockey team that he played on.
Party.
Did I mention the he that was him? He, as in the only rookie drafted for Kansas City’s newer team? He signed his contract after he had one year at Silvard.
The he that the team’s owners were hoping could be grown into one of the NHL’s newest stars, but that’d been a three-year plan. Nope. He had different ideas because once he hit the ice in their first debut game, he scored a hat trick in the first period. First. Period. Playing against five to ten-year veterans, and that had not gone unnoticed. By everyone. After that he exploded into the NHL scene and in a big fucking way.