Brett
I followed him.
Obviously.
Ollie made it halfway down the driveway before Emma stepped in front of the guy who’d driven her there.
“Don’t.”
“Move, Em.”
“No.”
The guy stayed beside the car with his hands visible, which was probably smart considering Ollie looked ready to commit the felony he’d joked about earlier.
I recognized him now. Tyler Grant. He’d played hockey with us freshman year before transferring after one season. Good defenseman. Quiet guy. I hadn’t spoken to him in years.
Ollie apparently had.
“You brought her here?” Ollie demanded.
Tyler’s jaw tightened. “She asked me to.”
“You shouldn’t be anywhere near her.”
“Ollie,” Emma warned.
“No. You disappear for three f*****g days, don’t answer me, and then show up with him?”
His mother gasped behind us.
“Three
