Goal Lines & First Times (CU Hockey, #3)

by Eden Finley

“I’m the older brother.” He narrows his eyes. “Nah, I don’t see it.” “I don’t think you know how childbirth works.” “Maybe I’ll knock up Jacobs and see firsthand.” I cringe. “I don’t think you know how biology works either.” “Biology? That sounds like a challenge to try harder to me.”

As I hand over his cup of coffee, his front door opens out of nowhere. My hands fly to cover my junk, and if I thought my worst nightmare would be Foster walking in on this and finding out before we can tell him, I underestimated the thought of Seth’s parents doing it. “Hi, honey. We—” Seth’s mom stops dead in her tracks. “Oh, dear. Uh. We came to … and the key … We, uh, umm.” At least his dad looks like he’s trying not to react. Oh no. This is bad. This is like outing Seth to his parents bad. Quick, come up with an excuse as to why you’re naked in their son’s apartment. “I’m a nudist!” I blurt. They both look confused. “I’m trying to recruit Seth into my cult. That’s why I’m naked.” Seth’s dad looks like he’s trying to swallow his lips. His mom is averting her gaze. Hmm, they don’t believe me. “I actually gave up my clothing for Lent.” “That starts in February,” Seth mutters. Oh shit. “Okay, truth. I have a mole. Somewhere not … normal. I asked Seth to look at it for me.” Seth finally breaks. “Oh my God, stop talking and go put clothes on.” “Okay.” I make a run for it.

“Well, aren’t you going to warn Seth about hurting me? Why don’t you care about my feelings?” I’d laugh, but I actually think he’s serious. Foster looks unsure. “Ah, Seth. If you hurt Cohen …” He looks to Zach for help, but Zach looks lost. “Beck will skewer you with his hockey stick,” Richie says, then raises his hands. “His words, not mine.” “Of course he said that.” Foster kicks my foot under the table. “Just curious. Did you realize that when you started dating Cohen, you were inheriting a whole hockey team?” “What do you mean?” His grin is too smug. “They’re yours now. Good luck, big brother.”