“How’s the hockey player?” “Lucas?” I asked as I followed him up the stairs. Was that jealousy I heard in his harsh tone? “Yeah. He’s the one who was hitting on you, right?” “Oh, yeah. He’s fine,” I said as we made our way back to the bedroom. I was about to tell him it was nothing more than friendship, but I kind of liked seeing Jace spun up about it. It meant there was hope.
