The question is more to myself than the guys, but Heath asks, “Who’s Bryan?”

“My ex.” Bryan and I make eye contact and he starts toward me. Seeing him for the first time in three months has my emotions whipping around like I’m on a merry-go-round.

“Hey, Ginny.” Bryan envelopes me in a hug, pressing his large body against mine and squeezing tightly. Apparently he feels none of the awkwardness I do. I can’t decide if that’s comforting or not. “It’s so good to see you.”

“I didn’t expect you to be home for break.”

“Just for the day. I fly back tonight.”

“Oh.” I shift uncomfortably and wring my hands to have something to do. “How’s Idaho?”

“Eh… you know.”

“Actually, I don’t.”

“Well, it’s not Arizona. How’s Valley?”

I sneak a glance at Heath out of my periphery. He’s got his arms crossed and a hard expression on his face. “It’s great. I really love it.”

“Yeah?”

I nod.

“That’s awesome.” He does a blatant once over of my body. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks.” I smile politely. He looks good too, but not in that way where I want to rip off his clothes. And the guy who I do want to do that to is standing beside me. I turn to him. “Bryan, this is my friend Heath.”

“Hey, man.” Bryan juts his chin in acknowledgment. “You play hockey with Adam, right?”

“That’s right.”

“The guys were talking about you earlier. Sounds like you’re going to be the opposing QB. I’ll try not to make you look too bad.” He takes a step back and winks. “Good to see you, babe. I’ll call you. Maybe we can hang while we’re both in town for winter break.”

I wait until he’s gone to face Heath, prepared to stroke his ego, but he’s… smiling?

“Your friend, huh?”

“Did you want me to introduce you as my make-out buddy?”

He chuckles and winces at the same time. “Guess not. You dated that douche?”

“He’s… not so bad.” I play down any lingering resentment because the last thing I need is Heath or my brother to make a scene. And honestly, it’s not so much resentment as just dislike for the guy. Sure, he had his own reasoning for how things ended, but let’s be real, he did it in a super shitty way. I can see that so much clearer now.

“He’s a douche.”

“Is this jealous Heath?” I wave a hand in front of his broody frame. He glares toward Bryan’s retreating back.

“What? No, of course not.” But he continues to stand close while we set up the game.

We’ve got enough people to play with two full teams and a couple alternates. Rauthruss and Heath end up on my team and Adam and Mav on the other with Bryan.