Game Winner (Penalty Kill 3)

“The picture of us with Dad when you played for pee-wee league. We were like six or something like that. It’s the one right before you hooked me on the ice, and I fell, spraining my wrist. Do you remember that?”

“I didn’t hook you.” He smiles.

“Yes, you did. I have a great memory, and it was clearly a penalty,” I inform him.

“You’re going to make a great lawyer, Pres, because you bend the truth.” He winks at me.

“What? I was hurt, and you laughed at me.” I fake gasp.

“You’re such a girl.” He rolls his eyes and laughs.

Our food and drinks come, and we dive right in. It’s nice to spending time with him, just us two.

“I was talking to Marley, and we figured something out,” Trevor says between bites.

“And what’s that? Is it about the wedding?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “it’s about you.”

I stop mid bite. “Me? What about me?”

“Well, you’re going to law school to be a lawyer, right?”

I nod, unsure of where he’s going with this?

“So, what kind of lawyer are you going to be? None of us know the answer.”

I have been avoiding this question as much as possible when someone asks because I don’t want anyone to really know.

“Have no clue.” I brush the question off and go back to eating,

“You’re lying. You plan almost everything out, so.” Trevor leans back, crossing his arms, waiting for me to tell him.

“I don’t.” I

really am lying now because that’s exactly what I do.

“Presley, I’m your twin, and you’re lying your ass off right now.” He gives me a stern look. “Why won’t you tell us?”

“Crap.” I sit my sandwich down and wipe my hands on the napkin. “I’ve been trying to dodge this forever.”

“Well, it worked because none of us know. What the big deal?”

I take a deep breath. “Alright, I want to be a sports entertainment lawyer.”

“Ha! I knew it. Marley thought some corporate law, but I knew you wanted to do something with hockey.” He smiles at me.

“Well, I can’t play in the NHL, but I could represent players.” I shrug. “It’s the closest thing I could do.”

“So, you’ll be like an agent?” Trevor asks.

“Not per se, but in a way, yes. Most agents have a law background, and mainly, I would go over contracts from the teams, the NHL, and sponsors, and make sure everything is legit.”

“Then as your twin brother, I’ll get a discount when you read over my contracts?” He grins.

“Hell no, I’m charging you double.” I tease, and we both laugh.

Our conversation moves to more lighter topics. Trevor thinks he did really well on his finals, and Marley finished all hers yesterday. I know that because she’s supposed to help me finish packing today. I have most of it done, but the movers are coming on Sunday, and I need to make sure it’s all done.