âNice job, Rookie.â Jack taps my helmet as I step off the ice. âGlad to see youâve got your sparkle back.â
âMe too,â I answer as I hand my stick and gloves to the equipment manager.
I havenât had a game like that in months. An assist and two pointsâone of which was the game-winning goal.
I FaceTime Everly as soon as we get on the plane to head home.
âCongratulations,â she says, smiling.
âThanks. Howâs everything there?â
âBoring. River had to work tonight. Piper and I are getting ready to watch some reality TV.â She sets the phone down so she can get the popcorn and start the microwave. While she does all this, I get a view of her outfit that makes me want to grind my molars.
âEv, did you wear that to school today?â
âYes.â She tugs on the hem of her T-shirt.
âDo you have a single shirt that fits the dress code?â
She rolls her eyes. âNo, actually. Maybe if you let me get a job, I could afford to buy myself some clothes. River said he could get me a job at the record store in the afternoons and weekends.â
âYou need to focus on school.â
âSchool sucks.â
âYeah, yeah, I know. What else is new?â
âNothing. Youâve been gone for like a day.â
I chuckle softly under my breath. âGood to know you missed me too. Is Piper around?â
âYeah.â Everly nods.
âRight here,â Piper says from somewhere off-camera.
Ev picks up the phone and hands it to her, and Iâm treated with a close-up view of Piperâs flushed face.
âHi.â She repositions the phone farther away and tucks a strand of hair behind one ear. âCongrats on the game.â
âThanks. All good there? Everly giving you any trouble?â
âI can still hear you, you know,â Everly yells.
Piperâs gaze lifts over the phone and she smiles before answering me. âWeâre getting along just fine. You donât need to worry.â
The thing is, I really havenât. Not like I used to when I was gone on trips. I trust Piper.
âWeâre headed home now, but itâll be pretty late by the time Iâm there.â
âOkay.â Piper nods like Iâm giving her official orders.
âMy buddy Frank is coming by in the morning to get my car. Can you set my keys on the seat for him? He has the garage code, so you wonât need to let him in or anything.â
âThis the same Frank that fixed the mystery rattle on my car? Donât think I didnât notice you did more than clean it and change the tires.â
I bite back a smile. âIâm sure I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSure,â she says dryly.
âIf your uncle knew you were driving around in that thing, heâd kick my ass.â
The blush of her cheeks tells me that she has specifically avoided reaching out to him for help. Stubborn Piper wanting to do it all on her own.
She sighs. âYes, I will set your keys on the front seat for him. Something wrong with your car?â
âNah, heâs adding the option seat in back. I had it removed because it was so small but seems like it might come in handy now. You and Everly wonât have to share the passenger seat.â
âA real family wagon,â she teases. âAnything else?â
Oh, so many more things, but I just shake my head. âThatâs it for now.â
The next afternoon I pick Everly up from school. I got in later than expected last night and she was already asleep. Then, this morning I had a rare opportunity to sleep in and missed her before she went to school.
I texted Piper earlier to let her know I was picking up Ev and taking her to get new clothes and then to dinner. I invited Piper, too, but she told me to have fun with Everly.
They come out of the school together. Everly with her backpack hanging on one shoulder and Piper with a tote, purse, and lunch bag she juggles in one hand while trying to balance a coffee cup in the other.
Itâs really something seeing her like this, all grown up. I mean, I realize we both grew up but Iâm still doing basically the same thing. Piperâs got a new wardrobe that matches her professional job, and I just dig it so much that she did the thing. She followed through on her dreams and is making them happen.
âWhat?â she asks, and I realize Iâm still staring at her.
âNothing. I got this.â I move in and take the bags from her.
âThank you.â
She unlocks her car, and I set it all on the passenger seat.
âAre you sure you donât want to come with us?â
âShe canât.â Evâs smile is big as she looks at Piper. âShe has a date with her boyfriend.â
The words detonate like bombs. Date. Pow. Boyfriend. Pow.
Excuse-fucking-me?
Piper has her back to me and I blank my expression before she turns. I try for a smile, but it feels more like a grimace.
âI guess weâll see you later,â I say, voice tight.
âYeah.â She smiles. âHave fun.â
âOkay dokey.â I throw myself into my car.
âOkay dokey?â I mutter. I send Piper a text. Boyfriend?
As soon as Everly climbs in, I take off for the mall.
I canât remember the last time I went into a mall, but it has not changed, and I still hate it. Being able to afford shit has not made me like shopping, but Everly doesnât ask for a lot of stuff, and it hadnât occurred to me until last night that if she needed things like clothes, she probably wouldnât ask.
My phone vibrates and I pull it out of my pocket to see a reply from Piper. Yes, I told you about him. Problem?
Hell, yes thereâs a problem, but I just shoot back a quick, See you at the house later.
Everly and I reach the food court. I tip my head in that direction. âDo you want me to wait out here?â
She does a not-so-subtle and disapproving once-over of my clothes. âYou donât want to shop for yourself?â
âWhatâs wrong with my clothes?â
âToo many things,â she says.
Well, fuck me.
I follow Everly around racks of shirts and dresses, keeping my head down and my hands shoved in my pockets. She hums lightly under her breath as she slides hangers around the rack, occasionally pulling something off to get a better look and then shoving it back.
After sheâs done that through most of the store, I say, âWhat was wrong with that one?â
Her brows lift and my gaze slides over to the plain black shirt she just put back on the rack.
âItâs forty dollars.â She moves along, this time to a clearance section.
âSo?â I grab the shirt and carry it with us.
âSo thatâs crazy. Itâs a basic T-shirt.â
âIsnât that mostly what you wear?â I use the hand holding the shirt to wave it in front of her to a plain shirt, this one a dark red.
âThis shirt cost me five bucks.â
âDo you like the shirt?â I ask, shaking the hanger to indicate the black one.
âYeah.â She lifts one shoulder in a small shrug.
âOkay, then. What else?â
âThis one is only thirty.â She holds up a cropped sweatshirt with the words Good Vibes Only, in big block letters that are neon colorsâorange, pink, yellow. Itâs so not Evâs style, but I grab it and add it to the pile.
Pretty soon both of us have our arms full of clothes. Some of it ridiculous, some stuff she actually likes. I take a seat in a chair outside the fitting room.
A woman with a daughter that looks a few years younger than Everly, smiles at me as her daughter carries a dress. The daughter smiles too, though in a less obvious way. Have I mentioned that shopping is torture?
I smile back and then drop my gaze to my lap.
âOh my gosh. You have to see this one.â Everly comes out of the room in the white sweatshirt. Ignoring how much of her stomach is showing, I can admit it somehow isnât awful.
âWhat do you think?â She makes a pose and then bursts into laughter.
âSold,â I say. âItâll be worth it just to make fun of you every time you wear it.â
She shakes her head and disappears back into the dressing room.
âDaughter?â the woman asks me.
âNah.â I shake my head.
âGirlfriend?â
Coughing, I manage to get out. âSister.â
Her head tilts to one side and her eyes soften. âOh, how nice.â
I have no idea what to say to that, so I just smile and wait for Ev to come out again.
She does, a dozen more times until sheâs tried on every single item. We have more in the get pile than the put back pile, and my sister hasnât stopped smiling.
More women come and go, and it feels like I might die in this chair waiting for Everly to choose what she wants and doesnât. She tries to put back several of the more expensive items, donât think I donât notice, but I add every item except the definite nos to the stack and pay for it while she bites on her thumbnail.
âAll right. Please tell me we can go now?â I ask, handing her the bag.
âThank you,â she says quietly.
âAny time. Now, food?â
She shakes her head. âNo, now we go to the menâs department.â
I groan.
âJust let me pick out one outfit for you?â She sticks out her bottom lip. âIâll put one of mine back.â
âNo, thatâs notâ¦â I sigh. âOkay, you can pick out one outfit for me. But Iâm not trying it on in the store and nothing pink. I canât pull it off.â
She squeals with excitement as she rushes off to the menâs section. My daily attire is all about function. I wear workout clothes or suits, there really isnât any in-between. I own two pairs of jeans that I rotate for anything that I canât wear my suit or sweats for, but that basically consists of hanging around the house.
I follow behind her, offering up answers to questions like jeans and shirt size, but otherwise she doesnât ask for my input.
âOkay,â she says finally. She lifts an off-white sweater in one hand and a pair of black jeans with holes in the knees in the other.
âI think Iâd rather wear your white crop top sweater,â I say.
âYouâre funny.â She spins on her heel. âHurry up. Iâm starving.â
After shopping, we grab something to eat from the food court.
âThis was fun,â I say as I toss a chip in my mouth. I have to stick at least somewhat to a decent diet during the season so itâs a sub and chips for me. Everly is scarfing down pizza that makes me wish Iâd become something else, like a banker or realtor, or anything that doesnât mean giving up pizza for a large portion of the year.
âStop staring at my food.â Ev sits back, laughing. âGo get your own.â
âCanât. Iâve put on like ten pounds of lean muscle since I joined the team.â
She rolls her eyes.
âTalked to Mom lately?â
âA little. She called to make sure I was still in school and that you havenât left me to fend for myself.â
I clamp my mouth shut. I have a lot of feelings about my mom backing off from Everly when she clearly needs guidance and support more than ever, but Iâm trying really hard not to jade Ev with my shit.
âOh, this is so good.â Everly takes another bite and lets her eyes fall closed.
âYouâre mocking me, right?â
âMaybe.â She grins. âThank God for Piper. We finally have something to eat around the house that isnât chicken, fish, and protein drinks.â
âHow was it while I was gone?â
âI like Piper. Sheâs great. If I have to have a babysitter, then Iâm glad itâs her. I see why you were so crazy in love with her. Plus, sheâs really hot. Way too hot for you.â
I choke around my food. I take a drink, and then say, âYouâre the second person to say that to me. Thanks a lot, sis.â
A slow smile spreads across her lips. âSeriously, though. I understand now.â
âUnderstand what?â
âWhy you are still so hung up on her and havenât dated anyone else.â
âWho says I havenât dated anyone else?â
âAsh,â she says smugly.
âHe has such a big mouth.â
âHe really does,â she agrees. âSo, is asking her to look out for me just a way to get her back?â
âNo.â I shake my head adamantly, then concede. âFine. Yes. I am glad to have a reason to interact with her, but I wouldnât have hired her if I didnât think she would be good for you too. I could have pursued her without putting you in the middle.â
âYeah?â She hits me with that smirk again. âHow was that working for you the last four years?â
I wipe my hands on a napkin, ball it up, and toss it at her.
âEat your pizza. No, you know what?â I grab her wrist and lean forward, taking a bite out of the cheesy slice.
Oh, damn thatâs good. I should have been a realtor.