“Maybe we’ll get a skate in at the pond down the street,” Gigi pipes up. “I want to see a shootout between you two—” She flicks her finger between Wyatt and me. He scowls at her. “Please don’t force me to play hockey.” “You’re good at it.” She sounds exasperated. “Yeah. Do you know how exhausting it is to be good at something you don’t want to do?” Garrett snickers. “Ungrateful little shit. I give you all my talent, and what do you do with it? You sing songs.” “Hey, that’s my talent,” Hannah says. He’s quickly shamefaced. “Sorry, Wellsy. Your talent is way better than mine. Hands down.”
