Poppy didn’t know but she was going to find out.
“Let me call you right back.”
“No,Poppy, don’t you dare—”
She ended the call and took off for the basement Cash had converted into a home gym that put the Pathfinders practice center to shame. “Cash! Cash, are you down here?”
She skidded to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, eyes sweeping the room. Cash’s back was to her as he straddled a weight bench, a dumbbell in each hand, grunting softly with each repetition.
Poppy sighed. “Seriously, Cash? Could you not hear me yelling?”
He kept at it, muttering—no,singingunder his breath. Singing along to Lyric freaking Adair. Of course.
She stalked across the room and snatched the AirPod from his left ear. He jerked and swore.
“Jesus!” He glared hotly over his shoulder. “I could’ve dropped one of these.”
She tossed the AirPod on the bench between his legs. “I’ve been saying your name.”
Cash set the weights down and reached for the towel draped over the end of the bench. “I couldn’t hear you.”
She closed her eyes and bit back a sigh. No shit. “Look, just give it to me straight. Did you tell anyone?”
He mopped the sweat off his brow and looked blankly at her. “Tell anyone what?”
“Yesterday, Cash.” Adrenaline coursed through her body, making her jittery. She knocked the hard-shell case of her phone against her thigh. “Did you tell anyone about last night?”
“Of course not.” He tossed the towel over his shoulder and shrugged. “I promised not to.”
“No one? None of the guys on the team? Not even DeAndre? In the locker room, after the game? Maybe you got excited, and you accidentally said something you—”
“De knows that I’m interested, but beyond that, no one knows I was talking to her, let alone that we had plans to meet up.” He frowned sharply. “What’s this about?”
“It’s—” Her phone rang, vibrating in her hand. She groaned. “I’ll fill you in later.” She answered the call. “Hello?”
“You hung up on me.” Rosaline sounded torn between shock and awe, as if the entire idea that someone might end a call before her was foreign.
“I told you I’d call you back and if you’d have waited two more minutes, I would have.”
“Patience isn’t a virtue I possess, Poppy.”
No shit. “I talked to Cash, and he didn’t tell anyone. Needless to say, neither did I.”
“Needless to say,” Rosaline said, sounding like it did, in fact, need to be said. “Well, the leak sure as hell didn’t come from our camp.”
Of course not. Because Rosaline was perfect and never messed up a day in her life. She probably came out of the womb walking, talking, and knowing how to handle a PR crisis. Whereas Poppy was just a fuckup waiting to happen. Got it.
“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s not exactly a stretch that someone could’ve seen Cash get in a car outside SoFi and followed us. We also stopped at a florist so Cash could pick up flowers. It could’ve happened then.”
A heavy, staticky sigh came over the line. “Fine.”
Her phone beeped twice, and she pulled it away from her ear. The screen was black, the call disconnected.
Without warning, without reason, Rosaline had hung up on her. Unbelievable.
With a growl of frustration, Poppy turned and drove her fist into the standing punching bag behind her. Pain exploded in her knuckles, and she whimpered softly, quickly cradling her hand against her chest. The stupid bag barely wobbled.
“You okay there, Pop?” Cash asked, sounding concerned.
