POV’s Tate
I hadn’t forgotten our awkward last encounter at the beach: the weird comment he had made before Philip walked in, and they almost got into a pissing match.
I wasn’t expecting Zeke to be here. He was supposed to be in Marley with his mother.
“Zeke,” I greeted. “You’re in Evergreen?”
Zeke chuckled. “Damn, you don’t know your own boyfriend's hockey schedule?”
My brows lifted. Was he trying to call himself my–
“We’re playing Marley tomorrow night, so Zeke decided to come early when he heard you were coming for dinner,” Eren grumbled.
Eren and Zeke were never very close. They had grown up pretty much separately, only seeing each other on certain holidays or birthdays. The fact that they now played on rival teams didn’t help.
“Right,” I muttered. Of course, I knew who we wer
