Wild About You (Wildcat Hockey, #2)

by Rebecca Jenshak

Oh, to be a teenager again. The days of writing off your wrongs so easily and letting your parents sweep in and fix everything. I’m not even joking. I’d love to call up Mom and Dad and have them save me. Adulting really sucks sometimes.

“Why did you ask me?” “Because I’ve missed you every day for four years and because now that I’ve seen you again, I can’t imagine another day going by where I can’t.”

Basically, I got hit over the head with a heavy dose of reality. I’m not sure I’d be the same person today if I hadn’t gone through all of that,

“What the hell was she thinking?” He looks at me like he expects me to have the answer. “I’m not sure, but go easy on her, okay?” His gaze narrows. “Or don’t. Sorry. It isn’t my business.” I hold up both hands. “No, I want to know. You’re smart and you know more teenagers than I do. What would you do?” “She’s been through a lot it seems. I don’t think yelling at her is going to do anything. Talk to her. Hear her out. Set boundaries and rules, but don’t lose sight of the fact that she’s here and she’s safe. That’s what matters.”

“I’m not going to tell you not to drink because we both know I did when I was your age, but you have to be smart, Ev. You want to have a beer, fine. Do it surrounded by people you trust, not people who are going to let you take it too far and leave you God knows where, or worse, drive you home after they’ve been drinking alongside you.”

I used to think relationships were all about timing, but since you came back into my life, I’ve had to accept that maybe there is no such thing as the right time. There is always going to be something I can’t give you or some event during the season I’m going to miss because I’m traveling. But I promise you that no one has or will ever love you more than I do. I love you, Piper. I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old. Fuck yeah, we belong together, always. Marry me, Pipes?”