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"Gunnar got a job." Cami scoffs, addressing the whole room.

"Er, okay?" I ask slowly. "That's a bad thing." I look at Gunnar, who is shaking his head behind Cami.

"It's at my family rink," Cami shouts, and we all relax, sighing.

"I didn't know!" Gunnar whines clearly over the argument. "The rinks are called Green Street ice."

"My dad interviewed you!" she shouts.

"He didn't say his last name."

"Okay, okay, what's bad about this?" Bear asks, picking up two shot glasses and holding them out to both of them.

"Cami's working at the rink all summer." Brooke smiles at Cami, who grabs her shot and downs it before grabbing Gunnar's and downing that one, flipping him off after.

"You couldn't have picked any other rink?!" Cami continue, and Gunnar flops down on the sofa, and I grab a beer, passing it to him.

"This is going to be my entire summer, isn't it?" he asks, putting the bottle to his head, likely trying to soothe the headache that's forming as Cami continues to shout at him.

I walk over to Brooke and wrap my arms around her.

"When do you reckon they'll figure it out?" I whisper, and she turns to me with a smile..

"Hopefully quicker than we did." She pecks my lips with a kiss, and I slide my hand behind her neck to deepen it before she can pull away.

"Grant Anders, get your lips off my best friend. I'm in crisis and need her support," Cami shrieks somewhere in the background, because all I can see is Brooke right now.

I pull back, laughing with Brooke.

Yeah, life is good.