Dunaway beams at me. “That’s exactly what I want to hear, and it’s what I’m hoping for too. For better or worse, we did so well last season that all my guys are a known commodity now—except for you. I’m hoping you’ll be just the wildcard we need out on the ice to keep all these other jokers on their toes.”

“Leave it to me,” I tell him, although I cringe internally because I’m more of a wildcard than he knows. I have no idea how he’s going to take it if he ever finds out there’s more between me and Hannah than just yoga lessons, but I’m willing to bet it isn’t going to go over well. Thankfully, that isn’t a bridge we have to cross right now, so I just head into the locker room and peel off my sweaty, sticky gear before I hit the shower. By the time I get out, everyone else is already finished and milling around the locker room talking.

“How’s the wedding planning going? Making your final preparations?” Sawyer asks Reese, who lets out a long breath. The rest of the guys laugh.

“We’re getting there. At this point, I don’t care about the details. I just want to marry Callie. Whatever the wedding ends up looking like, it’ll be perfect just because she’s there.”

Sawyer snorts. “That’s dangerously close to a rom-com line, man.”

Noah grins. “He’s in love, let him be cheesy.” Then he shifts the conversation, nudging Sawyer’s shoulder. “What about you and Violet? You two gonna set a date soon?”

Sawyer groans, scrubbing a hand down his face. “We’re trying. Turns out, weddings don’t just plan themselves.”

“No kidding.” Reese shakes his head. “Every time I think we’ve made a decision, another one pops up. Cake tastings, chair colors—like, do I look like a guy with strong opinions on linens?”

Sawyer chuckles. “Yeah, but you’re doing it for Callie. That’s the whole point, right?”

Reese’s face softens instantly, his eyes warming. I almost laugh, because our teammates aren’t wrong—he’s clearly head over heels for his fiancée. “Yeah, it is.”

“I could use a drink,” Theo declares, stretching out his shoulders as he glances around the room. “Who’s down to hit The Hideout on the way home?”

“Sounds good to me,” Noah says.

Theo glances my way. “You coming too, rookie? Or is it past your bedtime?”

“Don’t make me drink you under the table, old man,” I fire back, my words eliciting hoots and laughter from the rest of the team. Chuckling, Theo throws one arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him to mess with my hair.

“I think you need to learn some respect for your elders, kid.”

“I’ll start learning as soon as you have something to show me.”