“I agree.”
“Your father still have that man who never left his side. Dark hair, bout six foot. Mean eyes.”
“Matteo?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “That wasn’t his name. It was…”
I grab my phone, flip through my photo album, the pictures I keep close and never share on socials, as Aleks observed correctly, and show him. “This is Matteo.”
“That’s him, but I’m sure that’s not his name. Had a teammate named Matteo when I was playing, I’d remember.”
“Paul, this is Matteo Florence.”
“It’s the man, but,” he shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter, he would know.”
Tears fill my eyes again, because now, now all I can think of is what Hugo said.
“What’s wrong, Sassy?”
“If I confide in you about something, can you swear on everything you hold dear that you will tell no one? Not even the girls? Claudia, Deacon, not even a whisper to Savannah?”
“You can trust me, kid, I promise.”
Chapter 13
Uninvited
Aleks
“You’re quiet.”Moretti closes his locker. “What’s up?”
Marshall starts snickering, “He’s exhausted from his post-game romp at the Pad.”
Moretti looks me up and down, “I thought there was a no more women coming into the pad rule?”
“Won’t happen again.”
Faulker grumbles, “Good, because you throwing open doors yelling, is she in here, waking me up an hour before I needed to be up, has put me in a foul mood.”
“I mean,” Marshall shrugs, “same.”
She left before I woke, which pissed me off so bad that I forgot we’d ‘shared’ locations, before I lost my shit and did just that. She was at Paul’s old place. I knew this because Paul ‘shares’ his locations with me too.
Is it wrong that half the people I can see on Find My Friends don’t know I can find them? Some may say so…
Marshall breaks the silence, “So what New York Bears fam holi-date are we getting in on today?”
I look at Moretti, who is still giving me a less-than-warm feeling, and then he looks at Marshall. “I’m not sure, but I’ll hit up the group chat.”
He turns and heads out of the locker room. I gather my things and let the guys know I’ll meet them outside and rush to catch up with him.
He’s outside when I finally do, and I call after him, “Is there a problem I need to know about?”
He turns and glares at me. “Yes, there is.”
He says nothing else, “Wanna clue me in?”
“I’d like to discuss it with my fiancée first.”
