“Then you approve?” Jake says, his hands still holding steadfast to Rachel.
Amy nods again. “Yeah, I do. I defy anyone to see you four and think you don’t belong together,” she replies. “You got everything you ever wanted…and a few things you didn’t even know to want,” she adds, and we all laugh.
“God, isn’t that the truth,” he replies.
“So, we’re all good?” Rachel says, glancing between them. “The twins are good?”
“I’m good,” Amy replies still smiling.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Harrison echoes.
“Jake, you’re good?” Rachel adds, her gaze landing on him.
He nods, still calmer being in her arms.
“What about you, Tess?” Rachel calls, glancing at me. “You approve of this chaos? A four-way L.A. wedding?”
I huff a laugh and smile. “I had a feeling we’d all be standing here eventually. You’re too unorthodox for your own good.”
“Well then,” Rachel replies, taking Jake’s hands in both of hers. “Jake Price, I want to marry you. Tonight. But first, I want to watch you marry Caleb.”
3
“I’m just saying, don’t you think it’s all a little weird?” Davidson shuffles in front of me as we take our seats.
Is this weird? Of course, it is. It’s our last night in L.A., we’re fresh off another win against the Kings, and instead of crashing asleep in my hotel room, I’m standing in my game day suit in rock legend Hal Price’s Beverly Hills living room, balancing an Old Fashioned in my hand.
I’d say that’s pretty weird.
Oh, and the only reason I’m standing in Hal Price’s living room is because I’m about to watch his daughter—who happens to be my team doctor—marry two of my teammates and my equipment manager.
Again, pretty fucking weird.
We all had our suspicions about her and Compton, but it was never more than gossip. Then, last week, the truth came blasting out. Boom. Compton and Sanford are out as gay. Fucking finally. No surprises there. That news was almost boring in its predictability.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m totally happy for them. Love is love. Give me a flag and douse me in glitter. I’m down to dance at a pride parade. And Sanny and Compton were practically already married. That they’re rushing down the aisle is a surprise to literally no one. I already bought them nine rounds of His & His golf as a wedding present.
But then, boom again. Just as soon as we all settled with the news of their relationship, they flipped the script on us. They’re in love with each other…and Doc Price…and they’ve all been secretly living together practically since the start of the season.
What kills me is that I kind of already knew. When I ran into Tess on the beach, she told me Compton invited her and Doc to stay for the weekend to enjoy the beach. Yeah, she’s a sneaky little liar. Tess knew. Doc was already living there even then.
But that surprise was nothing compared to the final reveal: Kinnunen is with them too.
I won’t lie, Kinnunen intimidates the fuck outta me. The man rarely ever speaks unless he’s barking out orders on the ice. I don’t think he’s exchanged even a full sentence with me since I joined the team. So, to watch him stand up in the middle of a crowded locker room and declare himself engaged to our team doctor…the doctor we only just learned was living with Compton and Sanny…yeah, all our heads pretty much exploded.
Oh, and then they all declared they were changing their names to Price.
How many times can a person’s head metaphorically explode?
They’ve all been tight-lipped about the details, but I get the feeling maybe he’s only with her. Like, that’s a thing, right? He’s marrying her…and they’re marrying her…and each other…but he’s not marrying them? I think that’s what we’re here to witness tonight. Again, details are fuzzy.
I take a sip of my Old Fashioned, dropping into the empty chair next to Davidson. The room buzzes with energy as hockey players mingle with Hollywood elites. I don’t often get starstruck, but I swear to God, if Al Pacino walks into this wedding tonight, I’m gonna pass the fuck out.
Novy slides into our row and sits in the empty chair next to me, a sly grin on his face. “Guys, I just touched a Grammy.”
“What?”
“Hal’s Grammy,” he replies with a jerk of his head. “It’s just over there on the shelf behind the piano. I touched it.”