Free TYSON CAINE: Book 1 in the Brothers in Arms Series (Brothers in Arms Book 1) by Aleya Michelle Page A

I’ve heard a lot about you.” Kyle extends his hand to shake mine.
    I accept and shake his hand back. It kind of felt like he could crush my hand. “Nice to meet you too. Don’t believe anything Cassie says about me,” I joke trying to break the ice just a little.
    “She was right about how beautiful you are,” Kyle says, and it makes me smile widely and blush just a little. Then somehow my thoughts wander to Tyson. He is always complimenting me. For a second, I wished those words were coming out of his mouth.
    “Thank you,” I say as Cassie and I slide in the booth to sit opposite both guys.
    The waitress turns up on cue. “What can I get you ladies?” she asks, though I swear her eyes don’t leave Kyle’s.
    “Just a sparkling water,” I say. I really need to lay off the soda. I’ve had two this week already; it’s not good for the mid-drift tops for dancing.
    “I’ll have a Coke,” Cassie orders. She is the soda queen, but lucky, as she is wafer thin.
    “So, Brooklyn, I hear you are a dancer,” Kyle asks me, wasting no time.
    “Brooklyn is an amazing dancer, Kyle. She’s seriously brilliant,” Cassie interrupts as I roll my eyes. I appreciate her sweet words.
    “You are making me out to be Beyoncé, Cas. I do okay as a dancer, but I train my butt off,” I reply trying to sugarcoat my talent. Tooting my own horn has never been a strong point.
    “I would love to come to a recital one day and see for myself,” Kyle says catching me by surprise.
    I wonder how that would work out? Would Kyle sit with Tyson? Would they be friends? Tyson only misses my recitals when he has a game. I really need to stop thinking about him.
    I risk a quick look up at Kyle. He is smiling with his bleached white teeth, not a crooked one to be seen, and his deep brown eyes gazing at me. Maybe this won’t be so bad. He is the perfect gentleman.
    I could at least make the effort to try. He seems genuinely nice.
    The waitress wastes no time in bringing back our drinks and takes our food orders, which are four burgers with curly fries. The old style jukebox in the corner is playing some cool tunes. Spinnakers has always been a favorite hangout place, which kind of makes me worry who I might run into.
    Conversation, which consists mostly of Kyle asking a lot about me, is consistent and easy.
    “So ice hockey, huh?” I enquire trying to elaborate on what Cassie had told me.
    “Yep, I’m the captain of the team. Last three years we have been undefeated,” he boasts.
    “That’s awesome. I’ve only ever been to one hockey game. Don’t you get hurt?” I ask remembering the crashes on the ice.
    “Yep, lots of bruises, but that is what all of the padding is for,” he answers logically.
    A loud cheer and laughter comes from the café door, where a bunch of guys are walking in.
    I recognize all of them immediately. I pause when I hear the familiar deep, sexy voice. I feel Cassie’s eyes on me as I look at the door to find Tyson staring at the four of us with a frown on his face.
    Shit.
    So much for the girls’ night I lied to him about. I will just tell him we ran into Lucas and his friend. He can’t know that it was a setup.
    Tyson’s face looks stiff and serious like he’s in pain. He glares at Kyle, then at me, and I feel sick, nauseated, and riddled with guilt. It’s insane! We are friends!
    I give him a wave, which makes him look puzzled, unsure whether to come over to our table. Jacob looks over and waves when he sees me, and then they head over.
    “Hey Brooke, hey Cassie,” Jacob declares oblivious to Tyson’s reaction.
    Tyson stays silent and stands next to him. That in and of itself is not a good thing; I’ve learned from experience that a quiet Tyson is usually fighting with demons on the inside.
    “Hey, Jake. Tyson. We are just having some dinner,” I announce casually trying to snap him out of his awkwardness.
    His dark, questioning eyes find mine, and I smile. He smiles back. It’s a little forced,