Theo quickly follows, jogging to catch up before falling in step beside me. “You mentioned other guys,” he says. “Did he mention who? Other guys from the team, probably.”
I flex my fingers at the thought, and Theo must see the gesture because he starts to chuckle.
“Dude. Come on. You’re gonna have to just do it.”
“I can’t believe you would even suggest it,” I say. “We shouldn’t be having this conversation.”
He presses the button for the elevator, and the doors slide open. “Then stand here and tell me you don’t want to punch something when you think about her with Fly or Isakov or Watson.”
“Watson’s barely twenty. No one would believe they’re actually in love.”
“But they would believeyou’rein love,” Theo says. “A lot of people probably already do. Youdidfollow her into the pantry at the team dinner.”
My eyes widen the slightest bit. “You saw that?”
“Everybody saw that.”
Outside the elevator on the top floor, there’s a small alcove with two doors. The one on the left is his apartment, the one on the right is mine.
Theo moves to my door, leaning against the wall while I pull out my keys.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He shrugs. “We aren’t done talking.”
I sigh and push open my door. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“Not about that,” he says, following me inside. “Though if you want my final answer, I think you should do it.”
“I don’t want your final answer.” I collapse onto my couch and drop my phone onto the coffee table, feeling more annoyed than I should. This is exactly what I wanted to do when I climbed into Theo’s truck. I just didn’t expect him to challenge me. To make me think my decision to saynomight not be the right one.
My cat, Gordie, jumps onto my lap, his tail brushing across my chin as he meows a hello.
Theo sits down on the chair perpendicular to me, and Gordie eyes him warily. If anyone can tell the two of us apart, it’s Gordie. He loathes Theo as much as he loves me.
“Here,” Theo says, looking into his phone. “I’m sending you something.”
My phone buzzes from the table, but I don’t reach for it. “What is it?”
“It’s the contact info for a real estate agent I dated last year. Her name is Shelby. And she’s good.”
I freeze. “Why would I need a real estate agent?”
He rolls his eyes and reaches for my phone, using his own face to unlock it.
I lunge for my phone. “Dude. We have a rule about doing that.”
He lifts his arms, holding my phone just out of reach while he clicks and scrolls, then finally tosses it onto the couch cushion beside me.
I look down to see the real estate listing I had pulled up right before he picked me up.
“Any reason you didn’t want to tell me you’re thinking about buying a house?”
5
SARAH
I stareat the screen of my laptop, hardly believing the invitation sitting in my inbox.
