“How many times did you fall out there?” Blake asks when he walks past him.
“Like, seven,” Leo says.
“I got you beat. I fell ten times.”
I shake my head. Hockey players are so damn competitive about everything.
“Travis is making chili tonight,” Blake hollers at Leo.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Leo’s voice echoes from down the hall right as the dryer kicks on.
I turn to Nick, who’s still standing next to me.
“I’m gonna go help Travis cook dinner,” he says. “I’ll let you know when it’s time to eat.”
He walks off, and I stand there, annoyed that Nick still refuses to talk to me about whatever is bothering him.
I huff out a breath and tug a hand through my hair. I’m stuck in his house until the bad weather lets up, and he’s refusing to talk to me. This is going to suck.
Chapter 30
Poppy
“Thank you for the chili,” I say to Travis as he clears the table. “It was delicious.”
He nods once. “Glad you liked it.”
“Do you need help cleaning up?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’ve got it.”
Leo and Blake thank Travis for dinner, then head upstairs to their bedrooms.
I look over at Nick sitting across from me at the small dining table. He’s focused on his phone.
He stands up. “I’m gonna get ready for bed,” he says without looking at me.
I stand up and follow him out of the kitchen, swallowing back the annoyed sigh I want to let out. He barely looked at me or talked to me during dinner. Thankfully, his roommates didn’t notice. They were all chatting with each other and including me in their conversation, so it wasn’t awkward.
I sit down on the couch in the living room.
Nick stops and looks at me. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to sleep on the couch,” I say. “Can I borrow a pillow and blanket?”
He shakes his head. “You’re not sleeping on the couch, Poppy. You’ll sleep in my bed tonight.”
I scoff. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”
He purses his lips like he’s annoyed. “I wasn’t going to make you share a bed with me. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“It’s fine. You don’t need to do that.”
He starts to talk, but I cut him off.
“I’m the one imposing on you,” I say. “I’m not going to make you give up your bed.”
He steps toward me, his expression hard. “Too bad because that’s exactly what I’m doing. Now go to my bedroom.”
