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Caleb lets out a low huff. “We’ll see.”

I knock, and within seconds, the door swings open.

Sienna stands there, barefoot, wearing a pair of shorts and one of my hoodies, her hair still sleep-messy. She blinks at us, her lips parting slightly like she wasn’t expecting us to actually show.

Then, her gaze drops to the bouquet in Caleb’s hands.

“Are those for my dad?” she teases, leaning against the doorframe.

Caleb rolls his eyes. “Yeah, bunny. Your dad’s the one we’ve been fucking.”

I chuckle under my breath as Sienna lets out a snort, stepping aside to let us in.

The house smells like coffee and maple syrup. Coach is in the kitchen, his broad frame hunched over the counter as he reads something on his phone. He doesn’t look up right away, but I can feel his awareness shift, clocking us the second we step inside.

We make our way to the dining table, sitting down as Sienna moves to pour herself more coffee. Caleb sets the flowers on the counter, clearing his throat.

Coach finally glances at them, one brow lifting. “You bring those for me, Caleb?”

Caleb leans back in his chair, grinning. “Thought you’d like ‘em.”

Coach snorts, shaking his head. “Right.”

Sienna slides into the seat between us, pulling her legs up, tucking her bare feet beneath her. She looks comfortable. At ease. Like she belongs with two of us, like this isn’t completely crazy. Her dad–our Coach–making us breakfast while we sit here like the world isn’t tilting on its axis.

Coach sets a plate in front of each of us. Eggs, bacon, toast. A simple breakfast, but it feels significant.

“Thanks, Coach,” we both mumble.

“So.” He sits down, resting his elbows on the table. “What exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

Caleb and I exchange a glance.

Sienna groans. “Dad.”

“What?” He gestures at us. “I’m supposed to just let this go? My daughter is involved withtwohockey players from myown damn team. I think I deserve a few answers. I cooked fucking breakfast.”

Sienna rolls her eyes. “Oh my god. I didn’t know that’s why you invited them. I thought you understood.”

“Understood?” Coach glares. “There’s two of them, and none of you seem to mind. Someone start fucking explaining.”

Caleb smirks. “Coach, you make it sound scandalous.”

Coach levels him with a look. “It is scandalous.”

I lean forward, my voice even. “We care about your daughter, Coach.”

His jaw tenses. “Care? If you two cared about her, then you wouldn’t be okay with this.”

“Dad!” Sienna shouts.

I glance at her, and she’s already looking at me, her expression unreadable. Then, she exhales, setting her coffee down.

“I love them. Both of them! I can’t just choose one.”

Silence.

Caleb goes completely still.