“It’s okay.”
I shake my head. “It’s not. I don’t really think I made it easy on you to adjust to a new team and I’m sorry.”
“Consider us even. You’re helping me out with a place to stay until my condo is ready. If it ever is.”
“Deal.” I pick at the label on my beer bottle. “Are you going to the team picnic this weekend?”
“Planning on it.”
“Maybe we could ride over together?” I hate how unsure I sound. It’s not like it’s a hardship. We live together. It’d be stupidnotto go together.
This whole thing of being nice to Noah is new. Something I’ll have to get used to.
“Sounds good.” Noah stands, heading to the kitchen and dropping his empty bottle in the blue recycling bin. “I don’t know if you like live music or not, but we could always go downtown after?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m always up for that. One of the good parts about Nashville.”
Noah scrubs a hand over the back of his head. “Cool. I’m pretty beat, so I think I’m going to go get settled and hit the sack.”
“Alright.”
He shoves a hand through his hair. “Listen, I appreciate this.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Noah shakes his head, shoving his hands into his sweats and leaning against the counter. “Hopefully it won’t be too long. No more than two months.”
Standing, I head toward him and lean across the bar. “Take as long as you need. It’s not like I had anyone using the room.”
“Thanks.”
A couple of months. We can handle not killing each other for a couple of months. Hell, maybe we’ll even become friends by the time he leaves.
Let’s hope for that.
Chapter Six
GRAHAM
Marcus
Team picnic at 3 sharp. I expect to see you all there
Bode
Coach said it wasn’t required
Marcus
It is for us. You’re the alternate captain. I expect you—all of you—to be there
Jasper
Keep it in your pants for a night, Bode
Bode
I’m offended you think I can’t
