Chapter 25
Film review ran long. The room still smelled like the rink. Tape. Ice. Boys who had not showered yet because Coach wanted them looking at their own mistakes first. Nate sat through it with Emilia’s scent still on his collar from the truck and Andrew grinning like the parking lot had been a public service announcement.
Nate did not grin back.
His wolf was still up from the win and from her. That combination made him sharp. Too sharp to notice Vanessa waiting outside the weight room until she was already in Andrew’s path with a water bottle and a face that said this was only conversation.
“Good game,” she said.
Andrew shrugged. “Nate did the work.”
“Tell your captain to be careful.” Vanessa capped the bottle. “Cafeteria dares have a way of getting out.”
Andrew frowned. “Wha
