“Won’t it be more obvious if we aren’t seen together doing normal couple stuff?” And also, won’t it suck more for me?
She thinks for a moment. “Fine. You’re not wrong.”
I grin.
“But it’s even more of a reason that we shouldn’t date.”
“I don’t follow.”
Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. “If we’re going to spend time together pretending to be married?—"
“Not pretending. Wearemarried.”
She rolls her eyes, then continues, “We need to be able to hang out without any drama.”
I hate it when she pokes holes in my plan. “There won’t be any drama.”
Laughter tumbles out of her. “Because so far our relationship has been so drama-free.”
“What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?”
Her smile widens.
“I’m not asking you out again.” Not in this exact moment. “I have a game. You could come, and after I can introduce you to some more of my teammates.”
“I promised Kinsley I’d go see a movie with her and Skylar at one. When’s the game?”
“That’s perfect. It starts at five.” The idea of looking up and seeing her in the crowd makes adrenaline pump through myveins. “I’ll get a few tickets for you. That way you can bring your friends if you’d like.”
She nods once, a little noncommittally.
I can’t remember the last time I looked forward to a game so much. The playoffs? My first pro game?
“This is going to be great,” I tell her, and I hope I’m right.
Sunday before the game, I scan the crowd looking for Hannah. There’s only three minutes left of warmups, and she still hasn’t shown.
“You good?” Nick asks, stopping beside me.
I pull my gaze from the empty seats I reserved and deepen my stretch. “Yeah.”
“What’s the problem?” He leans on his stick and waits for me to answer.
“Didn’t I just say I was good.”
“You did but I don’t believe you.” Nick chuckles when I meet his smug smile.
“I invited Hannah, but she didn’t show.”
I thought we had a nice time last night. Sure, we mostly talked about training and surface-level stuff, but it was a start.
“Maybe something came up or she’s running late.”
“No. She isn’t coming. I can feel it.”
“Look, the situation is…unexpected. She probably just needs a beat to wrap her head around it.”
I nod.
