#Chapter 317: Keeping the Truth

Nina The night air had grown chilly by the time Enzo and I arrived at home. I put our pickup truck in park in the driveway and glanced over at Enzo, whose cheeks were red from one last drink at the bar with his teammates. “Your cheeks are rosy,” I teased, nudging him with my elbow. Enzo grinned and brushed me off as he hopped out of the truck. “I couldn’t leave the bar without one last toast with my team,” he said. His voice was cheerful, but there was a hint of melancholy behind it that I could tell he was trying to hide. Maybe it wasn’t so obvious to everyone else, but it was obvious to me. Enzo was more sad about the end of his time with his hockey team than he was letting on. But I decided not to push, figuring that if he needed to talk about it, he would in his own time. We headed into the house and flicked on the lights. It was so much cozier inside now that we had renovated the place, and I knew that Richard and Enzo’s mother would have liked it.