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He means everything.

And I guess it’s time to own up to how we really feel to the other important person in Sienna’s life.

He said he thought she was suspicious of me, and from the lack of shock on her face right now, I’d say he was right.

No one says anything. I’m pretty sure it’s the most excruciating fifteen seconds of all time as we wait to see who’s going to shatter the tension first.

It’s Calvin who speaks.

“You don’t need to worry about this,” he says, gesturing between us all. “Your secret is safe with us.”

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until it all comes rushing out of me.

“We’re sorry for…” Sienna trails off. “Um…this. But Garrett, we did message you.”

“I…” He rubs the back of his neck, and his anxiety is enough to make me finally push myself to my feet and stand beside him.

“We were asleep. Game tonight.”

“Yeah, and then one thing led to another…” Garrett adds, causing his sister to give him a death glare.

“Feel free to refrain from mentioning that Cooper Nash’s bare ass was on my couch,” Sienna deadpans.

“Oh, because Calvin’s hasn’t been on it,” he shoots back.

“It’s my apartment. My couch.”

“Meh, what’s yours is mine.”

“It’s a really good thing I’m so happy for you; otherwise, I’d be furious.”

I frown, confused by her words. “Why are you happy for him?”

Sienna focuses on me, and I have to fight not to cower away.

For the second time in only a couple of days, someone I know—a friend, maybe—is seeing me for who I really am. It’s truly terrifying.

“Because he’s finally met a decent guy who treats him right and makes him happy.”

My chin drops.

“Sisi,” Garrett groans.

“No, Gare. Nash needs to hear this.”

“He really doesn’t,” Garrett mutters under his breath, but he doesn’t attempt to stop her.

“I’ve never seen my little brother as happy as he has been these past few weeks, and that’s because of you.” Her eyes find mine again. “I can’t lie; we had our suspicions. Garrett isn’t usually one for keeping secrets, not from me at least, so I knew that whoever he was seeing was a big deal.”

“Sienna,” Garrett warns again.

“I’m sorry. I know things have been tough for you since coming back here and not being able to find a job, but connecting with Nash has⁠—”

“It’s Cooper,” Garrett corrects. “This isn’t hockey; this is real life. He’s Cooper.”

They both look at me, and I nod in agreement.

“Okay, Cooper,” she says, sounding a little weirded out by it. “I’m glad you found each other, and I’m glad we got our answers, because it was driving us crazy.”