The next couple of months are a blur of change and settling into old routines. Tyler already rented my yellow house, so when my internship ends, I move in with Jack. It was supposed to be temporary, but Iâve been here for weeks and neither of us has brought up me leaving since the first day.
Working with James is tough, but exciting. No two days are alike. As much as I love hockey, we decided that starting with some smaller clients that donât know me would be best all around. I have a baseball player named Flynn Holland, who was just drafted to the Twins earlier this year, a gymnast training for the next summer games, and a college basketball player who is expected to go in the first round of the next WNBA draft.
The days are long, my phone is rarely in do not disturb mode, but Iâm happy and excited for the future.
âEv?â Jack calls as he enters the house. I hear him set his keys on the front entryway table.
âIn the office,â I yell.
By the time he makes it down the hall to me, I have the heavy frame mounted on the wall.
âWhat do you think?â I ask. Iâm standing on his desk and I hold my hands out toward the old jersey.
âIt looks great in here.â
I redid his office and today, itâs finally finished. His dadâs jersey was the final touch.
He walks over to me and pulls me down from the desk into his arms. After kissing me, his gaze goes back to the jersey.
âHowâd you talk him out of this?â Jack asks. âI used to beg him for it when I was a kid.â
âI asked nicely.â
Jack huffs a laugh. âOf course heâd give it to you.â
âTo be fair, he said you wanted to wear it to play hockey in the street.â
Jack laughs. âI was so proud of him. I wanted all my friends to know my dad was a hockey star.â
I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and we stare up at it together. His dad continues to improve. Jack couldnât convince him to move in with him, but he agreed to move closer. Jack found a house for him a couple of blocks away and so far, he still seems committed to staying sober. I hope he does, but only time will tell.
âWe gotta get ready. Weâre having dinner at my brotherâs house.â
âI remember,â he says, but doesnât move. I unwrap myself from him and drop to the floor.
âYou donât look ready.â
âI need to shower. Thought maybe youâd want to join me.
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âWe donât have time for that.â
âThereâs always time for that.â He scoops me up again. I donât fight him. Ty wonât mind if weâre a little late.
When we arrive at my brotherâs house, there are far more cars in the driveway than expected. I spot Ashâs truck, Declanâs Ferrari, and Leoâs Jaguar.
âWhatâs going on?â I ask.
âNot sure.â Jack takes my hand and leads me up the front and into the house.
As soon as we walk in, everyone yells, âCongratulations!â
I gape, looking around. Jack is calm and smiling next to me.
âYou knew?â I ask him.
He winks, drops a kiss to my lips, and then weâre swallowed up by our friends.
âI thought we were having dinner,â I tell my brother as I hug him.
âWe are.â He squeezes me tight.
Charlotte is next, then Piper, Bridget, Ashâ¦and they just keep coming. Nick and his son Aidan are here. The younger Galaxy holds out a bouquet of carnations to me.
âWill you be my agent someday?â he asks. âYouâre pretty.â
Nick and I both laugh lightly and Aidanâs cheeks flush. He has big green eyes like his dad and the same dimple in one cheek.
âAbsolutely,â I tell him. âI better be your first call when you make it pro.â
His grin resurfaces.
Nick ruffles his sonâs hair. âCongrats.â
âThank you.
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He leads Aidan away. My throat is thick with emotion as more people hug and congratulate me. Jack reappears by my side and hands me a drink as the last person that I havenât seen steps up.
âMom?â The shock at seeing her makes the emotions I was holding back spill to the surface and tears pool in my eyes. âWhat are you doing here?â
She smells like the same perfume sheâs worn my whole life. Thereâs a comfort in her embrace, even if we havenât always seen eye to eye.
âTyler invited me,â she says simply. I glance over at my brother hovering not far away. More like he forced her. I know how far âaskingâ usually gets with her. But tonight, I canât find it in me to care. Iâm just glad sheâs here.
âFoodâs ready,â Piper says loud enough for everyone to hear.
Jack and I walk into the dining room. Thereâs no buffet tonight. Tables are pushed together, extending out of the dining room into the living room. Theyâre covered in white tablecloths, and colorful floral arrangements sit in the middle of each one.
âPiper. Itâs gorgeous.â
âI canât take the credit.â She tips her head to Bridget.
âYou did this?â
âIt turns out, a tiny bit of your design skills have worn off on me. Is it okay?â
âItâs more than okay.â
Jackâs hand comes to rest at my back and I lean into him as I admire the care and effort that went into tonight. We eat and laugh, and it fills my heart with so much love that I think I might burst with it.
As the night wears on, people start to trickle out.
I havenât had much of a chance to talk to my mom tonight so I lean onto my elbows and smile at her across the table. âOn a scale of one to ten, how shocked were you when I told you I was going to be an agent?â
Weâve only talked once since that day, but I swear sheâs barely said two words about my job. Everyone was surprised, so itâs not really fair to single her out, but sheâs my mom and Iâm dying to know what she thinks. I guess a part of me still wants her approval.
âI was surprised.â She arches a brow. âItâs good youâre trying new things and Iâm sure Heather would be happy to have you back if you change your mind.â
Jack tenses next to me, and I swear I can feel him about to say something, but I place a hand on his thigh.
âMomââ Ty says with a look of warning.
She looks around innocently like she doesnât know why anyone is upset with her.
I take a breath. It isnât the glowing endorsement I wanted, but it doesnât sting like I expected. âMaybe, but I donât think it will come to that. Iâm really enjoying being an agent and Iâm good at it.â
She smiles in a way that doesnât seem like she believes me. I open my mouth to try to convince her, but you know what? I donât need to. I believe in myself.
I glance over at Jack, who still looks pissed at my mom. I place a hand on his cheek and kiss him.
âI love you,â I say quietly.
His features soften. âI love you too. Youâre a great agent already. And youâre just going to get better.â
âI know.â
The party continues to die off until itâs just me and Jack, my mom, Tyler and Piper and little Charlotte sitting in my lap .
She wants to be on me, but itâs Jack that sheâs looking at wide-eyed. She pulls at the material of his T-shirt until he gives her his hand, then she brings it up to his mouth.
âAre you going to bite me next?â he asks her with a teasing tone.
âDonât worry,â Tyler says. âI put the hockey stick in my room.â
âYou could have just tossed it,â Jack says. âIâll get her another when sheâs old enough to use it properly.â
âI could have, but I wasnât convinced I wouldnât need her to use it again,â he says pointedly.
Jack grimaces like heâs reimagining the time she whacked him with it.
âI should get her to bed,â Piper stands and rubs at her side. She has the cutest baby bump. Being an aunt is awesome and Iâm so glad Iâll be here to watch my nieces grow up.
I reluctantly hand over Charlotte and then stand. Mom does too.
âAnd I should get back home,â she says.
I move to hug her.
âIâm glad you came,â I say to her. âI guess Iâll see you in a month for Piperâs Sprinkle. Did you get the invite?â
My sister-in-law didnât want a second baby shower, but we convinced her to host a small little gathering to celebrate my second niece.
âI did,â she says. I can already tell by her body language that sheâs not coming, but then she confirms it. âItâs a long way to come for a shower and itâs not like itâs her first.â
âI know itâs a long way, but itâs important. You should be here. Itâd mean a lot to Ty. He wants you to be here. We both do.â
She nods slowly. I donât know if my words are making any impact or not, but I feel better having said them .
I find Tyler in the kitchen cleaning up.
âHey.â He looks so domestic with a hand towel thrown over one shoulder.
âAre you disappointed Iâm staying?â I ask. Heâs seemed happy for me, but I need to know if heâs waiting for me to fail just like Mom. Heâd be better at hiding it to spare my feelings.
âWhat?â He stops what heâs doing. âOf course not. Why would you think that?â
âI know how excited you were when I got the internship.â
âBecause I thought thatâs what you wanted.â
âEveryone always told me I was good at art. It was easy and I enjoyed it more than math or science.â
âBut you donât love it?â
âNo, I do. But I donât want it to be my job.â
âIf youâre happy, then Iâm happy.â
âReally? Youâre not just saying that?â
âWhereâs all this coming from?â he asks. âIf Iâve ever given you the impression that I wasnât proud of you, then Iâm so sorry, Ev. I worry about you, but youâre my baby sister. Iâm always going to worry about you.â
âYou have your own family to worry about now. Iâm okay. Iâm all grown-up.â
One side of his mouth quirks up. âI guess sometimes I forget you arenât seventeen anymore. Youâve turned out to be a pretty badass woman.â
My cheeks warm with the compliment. âThanks to you.â
âNah.â He shakes his head and then steps forward to hug me. âI canât take any credit. You never really listened to me.â
A small laugh escapes. âI listened to you more than anyone else.
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âIâm glad youâre here. I like having you around. And free babysitting.â He grins wide.
Jack and I walk outside, hand in hand. I breathe in the cold air and feel a contentedness spread through me.
âReady to go home?â Jack asks.
âYou mean your home?â
âNo.â He shakes his head. âI mean ours.â