I send off a text to Ares to let him know I’m headed back with Levon and Santo before giving my full attention to them.
“I did,” I mutter. “I just didn’t realize I’d be sharing my scent match with you two.”
“My brain is broken,” Levon complains. “Santo, are you okay?”
“I saw her on the television at the New Orleans game,” he says. “I felt…something then. I ignored it because I figured my plate was full, and Levon and I were trying to figure things out between us. I also thought it might be a fluke.”
“Sometimes, the timing is weird, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t right,” Levon shrugs. At Santo’s look, he rolls his eyes. “I don’t share well with others. I’ll figure it out, babe.”
“Now my brain is broken,” I admit. “I can’t tell you why Freedman doesn’t care for me, because it’s not my story, not really. It’s Caelia’s.”
“Do you think she knows what just happened?” Santo asks.
“I saw her face when she looked at the three of us,” Levon says. “She was fine until she realized something was different. I feel like everything has been turned upside down in the last few minutes. I really just figured I was going to say hello to a pretty girl to make Marilyn happy.”
“I have a confession,” I mutter.
“Wonderful, another one,” Santo groans. “Go on.”
“Marilyn didn’t set up this meeting, I used our team’s account to message Caelia,” I confess. “Being scent matched to someone you can’t see will fuck with your head. She’s all I can think about, and it hurts. The only time I’m capable of functioning is when we’re at practice or at a game.”
“You’re a sly bastard,” Levon says, but not as if he’s mad. His head drops onto the brick wall as he yawns. “So what are we going to do?”
“We…” I drawl, and Santo snorts.
“I’m a gay man who just realized that I’m both attracted to a female and scent matched to her,” he says. “I need to have an existential crisis before I plan anything else, thanks.”
“You’re so dramatic,” I groan. “He’s always like this, isn’t he?”
Levon ignores me as his head rolls into Santo’s direction. “I don’t think a label really fits this situation. I also doubt you’re the first alpha to have his world rocked due to a scent match outside of his sexual orientation, Santo. Does it truly bother you that you’re attracted to her?”
“It is more surprising than anything,” Santo says. “I can admit when women are pretty, but I’m not typically attracted to them.”
“If anyone was going to be your exception, it would be Caelia,” I butt in.
Levon gives me a mock glare before nodding. “I can’t even be jealous, Santo, because I’m in the same boat. To answer your question, Miles, yes. Santo is always this dramatic.”
“How the fuck does this work,” Santo groans, proving our points.
The universe would hitch my future to them. It’s kind of funny.
“It doesn’t, not until we can figure out how to get Caelia to give us a chance,” I mutter. “I have a bone to pick with a few of my ex-teammates too.”
“I hate mysteries. Tell us or stop hinting,” Levon groans.
“Someone hurt her, right?” Santo asks.
The car rolls up as I nod.
“Then that’s all we need to know for now,” he says, glaring at Levon.
“Fine,” he grumbles, getting into the vehicle.
“Thanks,” I mutter to Santo.
“Don’t thank me yet. I doubt this will be easy.”
CAELIA
