It’s been far too long since I’ve gotten any practice, and the first Grand Prix is right around the corner.
“Are you logged into social media on your phone?”
I glance at another woman, who’s been typing furiously on a laptop, and nod.
“Can we see it?”
Only if it speeds this meeting up.
I lift my hip and pull my phone out of my pocket. Tessa leans across the glass conference table, and out of pure instinct, I drop my gaze to her cleavage.
Her breasts are annoyingly perky.
I sigh and drop the device into her hand but not without skimming my finger against her wrist for fun.
She jerks her arm away with a blush creeping over her cheeks.
My palm tingles, and I lean backward in my chair to watch Tessa scan the contents of my social media accounts. She andMia?huddle together, their faces side by side, to drink in everything on my profile.
Tessa snorts angrily and shoves the phone away.
I raise a brow. “Something wrong?”
She rolls those big, brown eyes in my direction. “Do these women really think they stand a chance, dropping into your DMs like this?”
For the record, they don’t stand a chance, but letting on that their messages annoy me would mean that Tessa and I actually agree on something, and it’s much too soon in our platonic relationship for that.
I kick my arrogance up a notch and shrug. “Can you blame them for trying?”
She rolls her eyes again, which only amuses me.
The other woman,Leah?blows air out of her puffed cheeks. “I don’t think anyone blames them.”
“Gia!” Tessa shrieks.
Oh.Gia.
A vibrating noise comes from my phone.
Everyone looks at it.
Tessa clears her throat.
When all I get is silence, I finally ask, “Well? Who is it?”
She slowly hands me the device, a glare fixed on her features. I look at the screen, and my shoulders tense.
Dad is calling.
Fuck.
“Answer it.”
I snap my attention to Tessa.
My phone stops vibrating, only for it to pick up again a moment later.
He knows.
