They had met up with Chad Hallowell at The Daily Roast where of The Plan kicked off. Matt was so grateful to the guy he almost embarrassed both of them by hugging him. Now as they waited for Chad's return and a report, Matt fiddled with his empty coffee cup until his sister smacked his hand.
"Stop that. You're not twelve years old."
He looked across the table at her, his lips curved in a half-grin.
"Maybe not but I sure feel like it right now."
"Like when you were in high school and asking Lizzie St. John out for the first time?" Brenna teased.
Matt nodded. "Exactly like that. Except I wish I was that kid again. I'd know better than to make the same mistakes I did all these years."
"Maybe. Maybe not." She leaned forward. "You couldn't see anything but hockey from the time you were t
