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I blink at her, my heart kicking up in my chest.

“What?” I ask, my voice quieter than I mean for it to be.

Caleb is watching her like he’s trying to memorize every detail of her face. I can tell he wasn’t expecting this. Neither of us were.

I reach for her hand, threading my fingers through hers. “I love you too, baby.”

Caleb exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair, then lets out a quiet chuckle. “Jesus.”

Coach clears his throat. “Alright. Damn it, Sienna.”

Sienna squeezes my hand. “You wanted honesty, and you got it. They don’t have choice. I mean you saw what happened when they were trying to figure it out. They couldn’t stop fighting.”

He scrubs a hand over his face, looking at us both. “That’s what you two were fighting over? Who gets to fuck my daughter, and now you decide she can have both of you?”

Shit, Coach’s face is burning red. He stands, sending the chair behind him flying. Then he grabs the other one and flies it across the room.

Me and Caleb stand, wondering if we’re next. But Sienna shakes her head at us as her dad storms out of the room.

She says, “I’ll handle it. Eat your food. All of it. I’ll be back.”

“Dad,” Sienna says, chasing after him.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“No shit,” Caleb says. “I tried telling her it was a bad idea, but she’s so fucking stubborn.”

I take a bite of food. “If my daughter’s fucking two guys at one time, I’m killing them.”

Caleb barks a laugh at the thought.

We finish our food by the time they walk back in the room. I watch the dread on Coach’s face as he storms back in. He looks like he aged ten years.

He picks up the chairs he threw and then stands, gripping the edge of one. “Either of you do anything to hurt my daughter, and I swear to God—”

“We won’t,” I cut in, my voice firm.

Caleb nods. “Not a chance, Coach.”

Coach exhales through his nose, then leans back. “You’re coming through the front door from now on. No more sneaking around.”

I smirk, meeting Sienna’s gaze.

“She’s not allowed to go to any of that Brotherhood shit, though. You hear me?”

Caleb and I both nod. “Yeah,” I say.

Coach studies us for another long moment, then lets out a slow breath. “Good. Now—” He glances at Caleb, sitting back down at the table. “There’s a scout coming to our next game. NHL.”

Caleb’s grin widens. “Oh shit?”

“Yeah,” Coach confirms. “So, you two better be sharp. No distractions.”

I nod. “Got it.”

Coach eats a few bites but doesn’t have an appetite. He stands, taking his plate with him to the sink.

For a moment, none of us speak. Then, Caleb leans back in his chair, grinning.