Laney stands next to him, her hands planted on her hips. “I’m gonna hear about that call later, especially if they lose.”
“It’s bullshit.” Rhonan turns around, grabs his drink from the table beside him, and drains half of it.
Elliot has one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans, while the other is holding his beer. “It’s only the first quarter. I don’t think the game is decided from one call this early.”
“Not according to Fletcher. Trust me, I know my fiancé,” Laney fires back as the three of them continue to stare down at the field below them. Henley is standing there as well, remaining stoic and relatively unbothered by the call, sipping on his water.
Dilynne and I are standing off to the side in the back of the room, drinking from our glasses of champagne. “My brother is drinking water,” she says, almost in a disbelieving tone.
“Is that a problem?”
“Only if he’s not aware of it.”
I stifle my laugh. “He hasn’t been drinking since the night he went out with Warren.”
She looks at me from over her shoulder. “Really?”
“Yeah. He also finally finished Remy’s room and when we dropped her off at Carol and Nick’s earlier, I thought he might change his mind about coming here. He looked so distraught about leaving her.”
Dilynne grins around the rim of her glass. “Is that so?”
“Why are you smiling?”
“No reason. What about his alter ego?”
“Which is?”
“Gorilla man,” she answers, which clicks when I remember how Henley referred to himself a week ago.
“Oh. I think the gorilla has been tamed for the time being.”
“More like tranquilized,” she mutters. “So you two are good?”
Is this the moment I tell her about the kiss? And about how he’s been opening up to me?
Luckily, Henley takes the reins on that decision, walking over to us and kissing my temple before asking, “Do you want a refill?”
Dilynne’s mouth falls open.
“No, I’m okay. Thank you.”
He nods and then turns to his sister. “What about you?”
“Um, I’m good for now. Thanks.”
“All right.” Nodding again, he heads to the back of the suite and starts filling a plate with food that is set up for us, buffet style.
Dilynne looks back at me. “He fucked you, didn’t he?”
“What? No…”
Her eyes narrow as she lowers her voice. “Well, something has definitely changed because the man that just came up to us…” She points a finger at her brother across the space. “That is not my brother.”
Sighing, I pull her off to the side a bit more. “We’ve been…talking. He kissed me, admitted that he’s feeling things, but asked me to just be patient while he works through stuff, so I have been.”
Dilynne’s entire face softens. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
