Shots on Goal (Stick Side Book 3) by Amy Aislin

Author:Amy Aislin [Aislin, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Stick Side #3
Publisher: Amy Aislin
Published: 2020-01-06T18:30:00+00:00

Cody was trying to make sense of his calendar app while Mitch drove them home from class mid-afternoon on Tuesday. How did people use their tiny virtual calendars for everyday life? With his shifts at the library, class schedule, assignment due dates, test dates . . . it was a mess already. Add in the speakers he’d managed to book starting next week and his calendar was a color-coded disaster.

He dropped his phone in his lap with a grumble, which was when a notification popped up reminding him to confirm dates with Roman.

Did Roman even want to do his talks anymore or was he ditching them like he’d ditched Cody?

“Oh,” Mitch said from the driver’s seat as he turned into their driveway. “We’ve got company.”

“Who?” Cody followed his gaze and spotted the very last person he expected to see sitting on their doorstep. “What . . . ?”

“I’m gonna go and find something else to do for an hour.”

“What?” Whipping his head around, he glared at his best friend. “You’re just going to abandon me?”

Mitch waved a hand at their visitor, who’d stood and was now shifting awkwardly on the front stoop. “I’m abandoning you to your future.”

Cody blinked at him. “That was lame. Like, the lamest thing you’ve ever said. What does Alex see in you?”

Mitch snorted. “I could ask you the same question. You’ve been with me a lot longer.”

God, that was true. “What does that say about me?”

“Stop stalling.” Mitch unbuckled Cody’s seatbelt, then reached over and opened the passenger side door.

“What are you—”

“Hey, Kinsey,” Mitch said, ignoring Cody’s very manly squawking. He turned back to Cody. “Out you go.” He shoved him in the shoulder and kept pushing until Cody slapped his hands away.

“Okay, okay. Jesus. I’m going.”

In short order, he found himself standing on the driveway next to their front lawn that was covered in snow that came up to his hips with nothing but his open winter coat and his cell phone. Mitch reversed out of the driveway, gave them a jaunty wave, and zoomed down the street with Cody’s beanie, gloves, backpack . . .

And the keys to the house.

Good thing it was one of those unseasonably balmy days that felt downright warm in comparison to the rest of the ball-snapping cold winter season.

Biting his lip, he turned to Roman. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Roman squinted against the sunshine, hands stuffed in his coat pockets. His eyebrow and nose rings glinted in the sun.

He looked . . . tired. Cody knew his team had been traveling since Saturday morning, so a little bit of exhaustion was to be expected, but the bags under Roman’s eyes looked like they could write their own novels, his skin was waxen, and the eyebrow and nose rings gave him the appearance of a sullen teen.

Cody’s heart clenched and he ached to reach out and smooth the lines on Roman’s brow.

“Sorry,” Roman said with a half shrug. “I should’ve called first. I can come back la—”

“No. It’s fine. You’re here now.” Cody kicked a tuft of snow off his boot.

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