“Do you ever get used to that?” Kyle asked over the roar of twenty thousand people cheering as Scott’s goal was announced. Kip grinned, his eyes fixed on Scott’s face on the enormous scoreboard screen. “Nope.” “Like, that’s your boyfriend. Your fiancé.” It was suddenly a lot easier to tease Kip about Scott. He no longer felt a stab of jealousy or longing when reminded that Kip was spoken for, and Kyle didn’t want to think too hard about why that was. “I know,” Kip said. “We argued about coffeemaker settings this morning.”
