“I never told you what I was wearing.” I shivered, pulling the soft cotton cuffs of his sweatshirt so they half-covered my icy hands. I swear the guys kept the thermostat set to refrigerator. Maybe Shiv and I could turn up the heat a degree or two while they were gone.

“If you’re trying to distract me from your bed-stealing ways, it is absolutely working,” he said. “Go on.”

“One of your hoodies, of course.”

He may or may not get it back, but I wasn’t going to tell him that part. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if it disappeared.

“Ah.” Chase sighed. “And I’m not even there to see it.”

“Tomorrow,” I said. “How was the game?”

“Awesome.” He chuckled. “I got into a fight. I won, obviously.”

My shoulders shook with laughter. It was so on-brand. “Of course you did.”

He’d been involved in at least a minor tussle in every game I had seen. Then again, the Boyd-Callingwood rivalry ran deep, so that may not have been solely his fault. Likely not all of his games were so heated.

Except he practically had a PhD in antagonizing.

“The other team took a five-minute major for it,” he said, feigning innocence. “I didn’t start it.”

“Sure you didn’t.” I shook my head, smiling. “There’s no way you’d instigate something like that. What about the rest of the game?”

“We won four-three,” he said. “I got two assists.”

“Nice. That’ll be good for your stats.” Though they were strong enough to begin with this season.

“How’d the apartment search go with Shiv?”

“Good,” I said, fighting back a yawn. It wasn’t even that late. I had no excuse for being so tired other than heavy Mexican food and one super-strong margarita. Shiv mixed drinks like she was trying to tranquilize an elephant. “We made appointments to look at a few places on Wednesday. They’re all pretty central; right around the river district. About ten minutes from your place.”

Siobhan and I had combed the rental ads scrupulously, narrowing it down to the three top contenders for now. If those didn’t pan out, then we had two backups to consider. But there was a cute little two-bedroom with a balcony on Green Street that I had my hopes set on. It was recently updated, on a good street, and two minutes from the train. Big windows, sunny living room, and—best part of all—two bathrooms. Exactly what I pictured for the perfect starting-over apartment, so I was praying no one would snatch it up before we could go look.

“Perfect,” he teased. “Then you can swing by our home game when you’re done.”

My throat tightened. “You know you’re playing us, right?”

“Yeah. Still too weird?” Chase asked, tone softening. “It’s okay. I get it.”