Ian
Ipull into my driveway and park my bike. I walk into my living room and almost have a heart attack on finding Nick on my sofa.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He shakes the sleep off and sits up.
“Hey, where you been?”
“What?”
“I waited for you all night.”
“I didn’t know I was supposed to keep you updated on where I am at all times. What are you doing in my house?”
“I stole the keys from Ryan.”
“I see you two keep picking on each other – do I need to ground you both?”
“I just needed a bit of peace. And you still haven’t found me a place to stay.”
“So it’s my fault.”
“You’re the one who made us come back.”
I go to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make myself a cup of tea, even if what this situation really calls for is one of those relaxing brews that Mum used to drink before going to bed. My nerves are already wound up and my body is on high alert after having been with Riley. Of course what I really needed tonight was Nick.
“So, what are you going to do?” I ask, turning towards him.
He ruffles up his hair. “I don’t know.”
“What about the team?”
“They don’t need me for now.”
“You out too?”
“Not exactly. Let’s just say they’ve given me some time.”
“Some time.”
“To do what I need to do.”
“You giving up with this whole dumb modelling thing?”
“What should I do, Ian?”
“Play the game. You weren’t bad.”
He forces a laugh and comes to sit at the kitchen counter opposite me. He steals my mug and takes a few sips, wrinkling his nose.
“Haven’t you got anything stronger than this?”
“I have training tomorrow morning.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Want to come with me? I don’t think coach would mind.”
