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didn’t know you played soccer.”

I shrugged. “I’m kinda on break, so I haven’t talked much about it.”

She frowned a little. I saw the questions, but then she nodded to me.

We headed back, my hand slipping into Aspen’s.

As if there’d been a conversation about it, both Zeke and Aspen didn’t bring up soccer again. Instead, we showed Zeke the movie room and he was stoked. (His word.)

There was more I hadn’t known about.

Aspen showed us the tricked-out basement. There was an even larger theater room down there, which her parents used for their work. She’d mentioned that before, but it was cool to see it.

There was also a gaming room, which had a pool table, air hockey, table football, and a basketball-shooting game. Benny and Miss Sandy kept bringing down snacks and drinks, so we hung out in there most of the day. Zeke and I had reverted to being little boys, and we were in game heaven. Aspen played too, laughing at us, and I couldn’t help myself. Any excuse to touch her, and I took it.

When Zeke went to the bathroom, I had her pinned in the far corner in a heartbeat. She moaned, and we were both panting when Zeke returned and cleared his throat. “Dude.”

I flashed him a grin, raking my hand through my hair.

He rolled his eyes and challenged Aspen to an air hockey game.

Before they began, he made a point of telling me to go for a walk and think grandmotherly thoughts.

I shot him a cocky smirk, but did as he said. When I came back, they were both laughing.

“I’ve never seen my dude so happy,” I heard Zeke tell her. “You’re the reason for that.”

“Yeah?” Aspen replied.

I had to smile. She sounded nervous and hopeful all at once.

“Yeah.”

Ping.

Someone just scored.

“Don’t hurt him, okay?” Zeke added after a moment.

Ping!

“That goes for you too,” Aspen responded, her tone chilled.

Zeke grunted. “Man, I really like you. Have I mentioned that?”

I heard the soft thud of the puck on the table.

“You sure you went to FCA?”

They began playing. Slap. Thud.

Another ping.

“Since the fall,” Aspen said.

“Huh. Are you like a silent assassin or something? How’d I never see you?”

I could hear her smile. “Because I’m a silent assassin.” Slap, ping. “I win.”

I took that as a sign and walked back into the room.

Zeke shook his head, standing back from the table. “Your girl kicks ass at air hockey.”

Aspen’s grin turned shy. “I used to play with my brother a lot. We had these at Hillcrest.”

Her brother. Owen.

I made a note that it was time to push her about him. She was ready.

Crossing the room, I moved to stand behind her, and put an arm against the table on either side of her. She was trapped, and I looked over her shoulder to Zeke, who was shaking his head. The walk hadn’t helped me, not even a little bit.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” I asked.

He gave me a look. “You tell me.”

Zeke could easily go party. I could read that from him, yet he was here. He was worried about me, and I wanted more time with both of them. Just them. I straightened, pulling Aspen back against me. “Let’s get food and booze and watch a movie here.”

Zeke flashed a cocky smirk back. “Sounds perfect.”

We’d just headed out in my truck when Zeke said, “I like her.”

Aspen had chosen to stay behind, but we were going to Roussou for the pizza she wanted. It was supposedly the best, and she wasn’t having it when we suggested any place in Fallen Crest.

So, we were driving to Roussou.

“Why didn’t you tell me about her brother?” Zeke asked.

I slowed, pulling up to the gate. I nodded as Carl waved, and I pulled through.

“Because…” Fuck. What could I say here? “Because I don’t know much. She doesn’t talk about Owen that often, and I don’t know what happened. I’ve not pushed her.”

“I’m not talking about that brother,” Zeke said. “But I’d like to hear about him too.”

It took a second.

I clued in and glanced over.

Holding on to the handle above his door, he lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah. That brother.” His mouth set. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

Shit. “You know?”

“We watched a movie. The account said Aspen Monson. That house? Your girl said she moved to town in the fall. I know those directors moved to town at the same time.”

I nodded.

I gripped the wheel. “It’s new with her and me. I’m not used to giving a shit about someone, and she’s