“I’ve been into Scarlett since Casino Night,” Aiden says.
Wyatt’s eyes widen. “Aweek?You’re talking like this after aweek?Oh my God, you’re so screwed. Nothing can be real after a week!”
I need to say something. I need to let Wyatt know I’m not going to be reckless with Aiden’s heart.
“I know it sounds crazy, or that it can’t be real, but Wyatt, I promise you it is. I’ve never even considered dating a hockey player before.Ever.I’ve never wanted to. But when I met Aiden …” My voice trails off as Aiden’s eyes meet mine. “… Aiden was worth making an exception for.”
“How do you plan on making Coach see it this way, if you two decide this is going somewhere?” Wyatt challenges me.
“I know how to hold my own,” I say. “And my dad knows what kind of man Aiden is. He put the A on his chest, that says something!”
“But will he see it that way knowing Aiden’s been dating you behind his back?” Wyatt asks.
“He’ll have to,” Aiden said determinedly.
Wyatt rubs his hand over his face again and groans. He’s not buying into me being a worthwhile chance for Aiden to take.
Which makes me feel so sick inside, I could throw up.
“I mean, do what you want, but I don’t think this is good, A,” Wyatt says.
“Wy, I need for you to keep quiet about us,” Aiden says, ignoring his advice. “Nobody knows, except for Scarlett’s brother Jamie.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows shoot up. “Is he on board? Or does he want to kick your ass?”
“No, Jamie trusts me. He knows I’d never do this unless I thought something was here. He’s keeping the secret,” I say.
“I won’t say anything, you know that,” Wyatt tells Aiden softly. “But shit, I hope you guys know what you’re doing. You’re going to have to make sure you don’t get caught.”
“We know,” Aiden says. “We’re only keeping it a secret while we get to know each other.”
The corner of Wyatt’s mouth quirks up in a smirk. “I’d say you know each other pretty well from what I saw.”
Die. I want to die now. My face grows hot when I think of what Wyatt must have seen when he walked through the door.
Mainly, my boobs in a nice demi-cup bra.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
“Shut up,” Aiden snaps.
Wyatt laughs. “Sorry, it was teed up for me.”
“So why were you letting yourself into my place anyway?” Aiden asks.
“I was down the street picking up a pizza and thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted to play video games. You didn’t answer your phone, and since you’ve been a monk for like forever, I didn’t think I’d walk in on you ban—er, with a girl. Catchingfeelings,” he adds, grinning knowingly at us.
I can’t help but laugh. Wyatt is so different from Aiden. If they didn’t have a physical resemblance, I’d never believe they were related.
“But since I did,” Wyatt says, closing the lid on the box of pizza, “I think I will take myself home.”
“Solid idea,” Aiden says, rising off the sofa, too.
Wyatt stands up, leaving the pizza box, plate, and roll of paper towels on the coffee table for Aiden to clean up. He retrieves his keys out of his shorts pocket and looks over at me. “Scarlett, um, good to see you.”
I nod. “You too, Wyatt. I’ll even wear a top next time you walk in.”
He begins to laugh, and I manage to smile.
