Page 63 of Pucked Together

"How is he?" I ask. “Trevor.”

My heart is still in a battle between freakin Trevor deserves what he got but is also upset that Ryker got himself suspended for the next eight games. And that was the league going easy on him.

Over what? A stupid comment?

Rina shakes her head. "Doc says he should be good to play again by the time we get back. Ryker did a number on him. They’re calling him the ‘Off-ice Enforcer.’ Not a great look."

My phone dings in my pocket and it startles me since I thought I put it in airplane mode.

Ryker: You're avoiding me.

Ryker: We should talk.

I left in a rideshare service early this morning before anyone was up. I've been keeping to myself since the incident. I don't want to be the reason anyone's career is in trouble. And so far, since arriving, I've done nothing but cause problems.

I don't answer. Instead, I put the phone in the seatback pocket in front of me. I don't know what to say to him. We already fought. He already told me what happened. Keelan corroborated his story, and still, I don't know why I feel like I need to stay away.

Rina finishes typing an email and puts her phone away, too. She looks over at me. "Wanna talk about it?"

I roll my head back and look at her. "Am I an idiot?"

"What?" Her brows cinch together.

"Seriously, I promised myself I'd never get involved with another player, and then I go and do the very thing I set out not to do. Am I an idiot?"

A soft smile spreads across Rina's face. "You are human, Izzy. And it's basically a law of the universe that when you say you're not going to do something, everything conspires to make it come true."

She sighs, and her eyes shoot up just as Keelan is making his way down the aisle. He stops a few rows in front of us, sets his things down, takes his suit jacket off, and hangs it over the empty seat next to him.

He looks at us with a half-smile and takes his place near the window.

Rina shakes her head softly like she's trying to get a thought out of her mind. I lean in close to her.

"Spill."

Her eyes widen and she looks at me, studying me for a split second.

"I'd rather not."

"Rina, something went down between you and my brother. I can see it written all over you and him. So spill. How do you know each other?"

She looks around frantically and then grabs the safety instruction booklet in front of her and gazes lazily through it. I snatch it out of her hand.

"Izzy!"

"Spill," I whisper sharply.

"Fine! We....slept together," she says practically under her breath.

I take the booklet I just stole from her and use it as a fan.

"Whaaaat?" I say as quietly as I can. Looking from the back of my brother's head and back to her.

She snatches the booklet back and uses it as a fan, too, as if the temperature on the plane just increased by a few hundred degrees.

"How long ago?"

"Long enough," she says.