What are the odds that the person Micah and I are discussing would be texting me?
Actually, it’s not that far out of the realm of possibility, considering I was supposed to film the last episode yesterday.
I turn my screen toward Micah, and his gaze narrows. “This about the show?”
I peek toward Tab’s bedroom to make sure she’s not within earshot. I never told her I ditched filming to hang out with her, and I don’t think she’d be that happy either. “Yep.”
“Fuck him.”
“No shit, but is there anything I can do? Like ask him or something? Get him to admit anything?”
“He’s not going to admit it. He’s not an idiot. It’s highly possible if he is involved that he hired someone to do it for him. He wouldn’t want to dirty his own hands.”
“Then how the fuck are we supposed to find out what happened? Tab thinks we should let the police handle it.”
Micah looks about as thrilled as I am on the subject. Not because I don’t trust them, but this is about Tab. The only person I trust to take care of her is me, and I’m sure that Micah thinks the same thing about Raeann.
“We’ll figure it out,” he says, rubbing his chin. “In the meantime, it couldn’t hurt for you to stay in his good graces.”
“Hate to say it, but I think we’re way past that. He’s already threatened to sue me, and that was before I skipped yesterday.”
Micah’s gaze narrows. “So Tab is the girl you’ve been talking about? The one that you’re serious about?”
I nod. “I wasn’t expecting it, but…” I pause. I don’t mind opening my heart up to Tab, but a teammate is a different story.
“Listen, if I find out that you fucked this up, I’m going to fuck you up.”
“I’ll let you,” I tell him. “There’s no way I’m going to. I already told you.”
“You love her.”
I peek toward the bedroom again. “I haven’t said anything to her yet.”
“It’s scary as fuck, isn’t it?”
I take a deep breath. “For real.”
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I stare down to find McNally’s number flashing across the screen. I tip my phone toward Micah right before answering. “Hey, sorry. Something came up yesterday.”
“Soucy—” He lets out a groan that’s more of a snarl. “Listen, we’re set up at the restaurant, and if you value your space onthe team, I suggest you find your dumbass down here in ten minutes.”
I put him on speaker. “My space on the team?”
“Don’t push me, you selfish jackass. Get yourself to the restaurantnow.”
He hangs up on me.
“He said if I value my space on the team, I’ll show up.”
Micah shakes his head. “Another thing he can be reported for. He can’t threaten your space on the team for anything but your play or serious misconduct. He’s overstepping.”
“Yeah, but the question is, how far is he willing to go?”
The restaurant lighting is moody.They have half of it secluded, surrounded by cameras and microphones and people standing around, all looking pretty pissed.
“Levi!” Andrea says. She bounces toward me when she sees me, and I dodge her advances by holding my hand out to shake hers.
“Over here,” McNally barks.
