“Damn. I never thought I’d see the two of you being cordial.”
I snort over my beer as Bode sidles up to the two of us.
“I never thought I’d see the day when you didn’t have a date on your arm,” I fire back at him.
“You wish you were me, Flounder.” He gives me a smarmy grin. “I clean up with the ladies. You could take a page from my playbook.”
“No, thanks,” I tell him.
“You don’t have anyone special?” Noah asks, casual as ever with a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes.
“Have you seen me bring anyone around?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean you don’t go to their place.”
I shrug a shoulder. “No. My main focus is hockey. There will be plenty of time to settle down.”
“God. Listen to you two.” Bode winces. “I’ll be six feet under when I settle down. I can’t even look at you right now.”
He goes off to find other guys as Marcus and Jasper take his place.
“How goes the living situation?” Jasper asks, looking out across the farm. “You two getting along?”
“We’re good,” we answer at the same time.
“Damn. You two really are getting along,” Marcus tells us. “If you two had us doing any extra drills, I would’ve forced you into a room until you kissed and made up.”
“What a captain you are, Marcus.” Noah is laughing, but Marcus’s words have a weird feeling washing over me.
What that feeling is, I can’t exactly pinpoint.
“You bring the girls?” Noah asks Marcus.
“They’re around here somewhere with my mom. No doubt inciting mayhem.”
“I don’t know how you do it,” Noah tells him. “I know I couldn’t.”
“It’s because you’re a kid most days yourself,” I tell him.
“Dick!” But Noah doesn’t mean it if the grin on his face is anything to go by.
“Not all it’s cracked up to be,” I hear Marcus mutter as the conversation continues around me. I still can’t shake that weird feeling at his earlier words as he, Jasper, and Noah go meet up with some of the other guys.
Leaving me to my wayward thoughts.
Thoughts that I have no idea where they’re coming from. Kissing and making up with Noah? Why is my brain latching on to the kissing part? With Noah?
A man.
Draining the last sips of my beer, I drop the empty can into a bin and grab another.
Get a grip, I tell myself.
Maybe it’s the heat that’s getting to me.It’s a nice day, you idiot.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting to know him better. That has to be it. That I like the guy. As a teammate. And my roommate.
That’s it. Nothing else.
