“Shooting her shot,” he jokes.
My stomach sinks at hearing that. The pit grows into something that makes me clench. Shit.
“You okay?”
I nod with a smile. “Yeah. Just…” I stare off into space. “I think I’m hungover and pushed a little too hard. You should hang out with Marina.”
He looks a little thrown off by my comment, so I walk past him. He’s right at my side as we leave the gym. “Why would I do that?”
“You guys have things in common.”
“Like what?”
“She likes to work out.”
He chuckles as we leave the gym. “Moving ten pounds and never gaining muscle is barely working out.”
I shrug. “She’s committed.”
“Committed to seeing me here.”
I glance at his arms then. They’re swollen and thick. Hot, but I don’t think much of it. We climb into his truck, and as he drives off, he asks, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Do you feel any different because of the pill?”
“No.”
“You seem on edge.”
“Yeah, lack of sleep and alcohol will do that.” I sigh. “That’s why I keep a tight routine. Anything else throws me off.”
He comes to a complete stop at the red light and looks over. “You’ll tell me if the pill bothers you?”
“Yeah. I’ll let you know. Are you worried? Did you get lost in Dr. Google?”
He shakes his head. “Just don’t want anything bad to happen.” The light turns green, and he’s driving again. “Are you coming to the game?”
I shake my head. “No, I have a meetup.”
“For work?” he asks.
“Some work, some play.”
The drive to my apartment is filled with the radio commercials.
“Thanks for the lift,” I say, hopping out. “Good luck with your game.”
“I’ll see you at the gym on Monday.”
I shut his door and walk to my front door. I listen to see whether he is driving away. When I glance over my shoulder, I catch his gaze and wave.
He drives off right then, and I enter my house, smelling him as I enter.
I open my phone and text Alix.
Cecily: I got drunk last night.
