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“Did you ever finish the Outlander series?” Coco whispered.

“Took me a year to finish book eight.”

“I’m still on book five. But oh, Jamie, right?”

RJ glanced at York, back to Coco. Nodded.

Coco’s eyes widened, and she leaned down, casting a look at York. “I see.”

“There’s nothin—”

“It’s okay, sis. You can’t help who you love.”

RJ frowned. Then, “Wait…you’re talking about Wyatt.” Phew.

Coco sighed, pocketing her chin into her hands. “Maybe.” She sighed. “Okay, yes. And I know he’s moved on. But I just…I miss him. He could make me laugh. And he’d sing to me sometimes.”

“Wyattsangto you?”

“He has a great voice. And sometimes he’d make me shoot tennis balls at him. He’d get all geared up in his goalie stuff and tell me to take my best shot.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “He’d catch them every time.”

“Please don’t start talking about his muscles…”

Coco laughed. “Okay. But…he has them.”

“I’m sure.”

“Do you think…” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“He still thinks about you.”

One side of Coco’s mouth shifted up. “I told you that we saw each other a couple years ago in Moscow. I think…I think I might have hurt him.”

RJ frowned. “How?”

“I sort of…so, I left without telling him why.”

“Left…?” RJ frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Coco made a face. Looked away.

Something in it sent a shadow across RJ’s heart. “Coco, what happened between you two? Did you…um…”

Coco looked at her. “Wyatt and I made a mistake. And I left before we could make it worse.”

Huh.

Maybe that was why her brother was still pining for her. He didn’t do well with mistakes, always wanting to be the golden boy, the one who saved the day.

It probably came with his hockey persona.

“I do miss him, though,” Coco said and rolled back onto her bunk.

RJ glanced at York.

Five days, and then she’d leave him too.

She wasn’t going to make any mistakes, thank you, the kind that would leave her pining.