Carter snaps his fingers. “Dude.”
I blink, wiping hot water out of my eyes as I zero in on the blond ladies’ man, sporting a grin, as he points to my dick. “You need to jack off? I can leave.”
“Then get the fuck out. I’m trying to shower anyway. What guy watches another rub soap on his dick? Don’t answer that.” Not that he’s gay. For all I know, he might swing both ways.
I’m ready to launch the bar at him when he holds up his hands. “Rachel wants to know if you and Em want to grab a bite this week.”
I peer around to be sure no one else is in here. The last thing Emily and I need is someone eavesdropping and running to Coach or spreading rumors.
“Don’t worry,” Carter says. “The room is empty.”
“I don’t know. Her old man doesn’t know about us, and I’m not sure we should be seen around town, especially with her mother too.” President Parker has her eyes and ears everywhere. I couldn’t give a shit about her mother, but her old man, my coach, he’ll go ape shit if he finds out I’m dating his daughter.
“Well, let me know. If not this week, maybe another time. I’m out of here.” His footsteps echo in the empty room, and when I hear the door click shut, I groan in frustration. I really want to jack off, but with my luck, someone else will walk in. Like Coach. I can picture that now.
Oh, I’m sorry, Coach. I was jacking off to images of your daughter.
Then I wouldn’t have a dick anymore.
I’m heading to my truck fifteen minutes later when my phone rings. I snag it from the front pocket of my jeans to find Mom calling.
“Hey, everything all right?” My usual question when I answer a call from her.
Ignoring me, she says, “Phoebe can’t stop talking about Emily. Do you think you two can come home for dinner later in the week? I know you have practice, but maybe one night would work?”
I lazily scan the parking lot. The sports complex is empty except for my truck and Coach’s car.
“Coach has something to do on Wednesday. So, he’s canceled practice. I’ll see if Emily can make it first before I say yes. How’s Phoebe?”
She’d been so disappointed when we left last night. She attached herself to Emily so quickly Mom and I had our jaws open the whole time. I lost my breath when Emily told Phoebe she was the special one. Then when Emily painted Phoebe’s toes and nails pink and Phoebe beamed like she’d found a new best friend, my world was complete.
Mom shed tears as we listened and watched Phoebe and Emily bond. Fuck. If I knew Emily was serious about me, I would’ve proposed right then and there.
“Your sister’s health is okay. If that’s what you’re asking?”
Suddenly, all the euphoria vanishes. “What do you meanokay, Mom?” Something in her tone makes the hair on my neck stand up.
I stop feet from my truck.
“She has a cough. Nothing to worry about,” Mom admits in a weak tone.
Odd. Phoebe didn’t show any signs of a cold or even a cough when she was bonding with Emily last night. “Did it just start this morning?”
“Adam, you know I’ll call you if it’s anything serious.”
I sigh heavily, trying to expunge the panic coursing through me. “I know. Are you sure she’s okay?”
“Adam, I love you. Give Emily a hug for us.”
Shit. Mom is falling faster than me. And Phoebe already fell head over heels for Emily too.
“Kiss Phoebe for me, and I’ll check with Em. Love you.”
I pocket my phone, fishing my keys from my jeans.
Ten to one, she isn’t telling me everything about Phoebe. But I can’t let that worry me right now. If I do, my mind will be a complete mess this week, and with our upcoming game and all the other shit I have going, I need all my wits about me.
I run my hand through my wet hair as I climb in my truck.
