“Cat and mouse.”
I think I’m getting a clearer picture. He was the cat and I was the mouse. It seems Fallon likes to play games.
Fallon backpedals. “So, no memory. How’s that working out for you?”
“It sucks.”
“How’s that working for you and Jay?”
“That’s none of your business,” I snap. His smile widens.
“Thought so. So, you and my boy, Ry, then. Good to know.”
What the hell? “How did you—” I shut up. I try to turn the tables. “Why am I supposed to avoid you? You’re friends with Ryder and the others seem to know you.”
“It’s Trevor you need to avoid, kitten. Not me.”
“You really are a very difficult person to have a conversation with, Fallon Montgomery. Why should I avoid Trevor? He’s been nothing but nice. Do you know something I don’t?”
Fallon is about to answer in whatever weird-ass way of his when he looks past me. “And the cavalry arrives.”
I look over to see Jayson and Julien making their way to where Fallon and I are sitting. I can only assume Ryder must have texted them. I check my phone and sure enough there’s a reply from Ryder.
Hellcat: Stuck and can’t leave yet. Texting the guys.
“What’s up, man.” Julien greets Fallon as they fist bump and sits down next to him. Jayson joins me on the bench and says, “Been a while, Fallon.” He reaches over the back of the bench and rests his arm behind me.
Fallon’s gaze shoots to where Jayson’s arm is resting and then he looks at me, his smirk firmly back in place. I swear this guy finds everything amusing.
“Yes, it has,” Fallon answers Jayson. “Just catching up with kitten here.” Jayson growls. Fallon’s enjoyment grows.
Fallon turns his attention to Julien. I notice his eyes shift from bemusement to something more real. “Heard you’ve got the attention of the big guys. Way to go man.”
“Don’t know if that’s the way I want to go.”
“Who are the big guys?” I ask.
Jayson is first to answer. “The national men’s soccer team.” I feel a tug on my hair and swat his hand away.
“Julien, that’s great. Why wouldn’t you want to go professional?” I ask him.
“I want to help people. Athletes. That’s why I want to do sports medicine. Not kick a soccer ball down a field for the next ten years.”
I can understand. After all, that’s why I want to be a doctor. I want to help people like Drew.
Still curious about Fallon, I ask him, “What do you want to do?”
“Whatever the hell I want.”
“Then why are you here at CU if not to get a degree and work at something you have a passion for?”
“Kitten, I have more money than I know what to do with. I’m already set for life.”
“Then why even be here?” I persist.
Fallon’s silent for a second. I about fall out of my seat when he actually gives me a straight-forward, honest answer. “I came for Ry. Someone had to look out for him.”
I wasn’t expecting that. By Julien and Jayson’s reaction, they were taken by surprise as well.
