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I open my mouth and then close it. “We were just—”

“Talking?” he finishes dryly.

I clear my throat. “Yeah.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Right.”

There’s a long pause. I shift on my feet, wondering if I should just run to my room. But then my dad sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re an adult, Sienna. You’ve always had a good head on your shoulders.”

I straighten a little. “So…” I trail off, feeling like I’m back in high school again.

He levels me with a look. “So, just be careful with those Blackridge Ravens.”

I frown. “You’re their coach. You can vouch for them.”

“For some of them,” he mutters. “Not for my daughter.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he’s already pushing off the counter. “Lock up,” he says, heading for the hall.

I crack open the Diet Coke and take a long well-deserved sip. I should feel guilty by how tired my dad looks. Maybe a small part of me does.

But mostly, I’m just thinking about Eli.

And Caleb, and the fact that I lost my virginity to not one but both of them. Tonight was one I’ll never forget.

Chapter 25

Coach tells me to run drills while he pulls Eli aside for a private chat. Which is annoying. Not because I care what they’re talking about but because now I have to be the responsible one and make sure these dumbasses don’t slack off.

“Alright, boys, let’s get moving,” I call out, grabbing a puck with my stick and flicking it toward center ice. “Line drills. Finn, Declan, you’re up first.”

Finn groans. “Why us?”

“Because I said so.”

“Fucking dictatorship out here,” he mutters, but he skates to position anyway.

Eli and Coach are still talking near the bench. Whatever it is, it’s serious. Coach has that look. The one where he’s trying not to be pissed but failing miserably. Eli? Stone-faced. Like he doesn’t give a shit.

They come back after a few minutes, and I don’t waste time.

“What was that about?” I ask Eli the second he’s close enough.

“Nothing.”

I scoff. “Bullshit. Coach doesn’t drag you for anothingtalk.”

Eli doesn’t even glance at me as he picks up his stick. “We’ll talk after practice.”

Which means it’s not good. Great.

We get through the rest of practice with minimal disasters, except for Ryan crashing into the boards like a jackass, but the second we hit the locker room, I corner Eli.

“Talk.”

He sighs, yanking off his jersey. “Coach knows I brought Sienna home late.”

I freeze for half a second before shaking my head. “No fucking way. He’s tracking her now?”