“No.” I shook my head.
A bunch of balls hurtling in her direction.No.
“Me what?” she asked.
“It’s not a bad idea.” Theo shrugged.
“How athletic are you, Trinity?” Wesley eyed her.
“Her dad is a legendary NFL football player, dipshit. It’s in her DNA.” Shaw rolled his eyes. “Ignore him. He’s got his jock strap in a wad.”
“I’m just asking,” he snapped.
Trinity tried to hide her laugh. “Well, Coach Ford.”
“Wesley,” Shaw corrected.
Why the fuck is he so chatty?
“Sorry, Wesley. I played volleyball, basketball, and ran track.”
“So you have speed?” He lifted a brow.
She lifted a shoulder. “If you consider a fifty second quarter speed, then yeah. I’m decent.”
“One question.” He leveled her with a serious expression. “The game is UNO. I lay down a card, making you draw four, but you also have a draw four card.” He paused for dramatic effect. “And your grandma would take the hit.” He leaned back and crossed his arms. “What do you do?”
My eyes traveled to Trinity, amusement on my lips as I watched her reaction.
She smirked. “Granny’s drawing eight.”
Wesley slapped a palm to the table. “Welcome to the team.”
She laughed, her head tilting back as Shaw held up his hand for a high five. She swatted it before asking, “Wait. What exactly are we playing?”
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Trinity
I checked myself in the mirror for the tenth time in the last four minutes.
“Get it together, Trinity. It’s not a date,” I muttered as I turned away.
Preston texted an hour ago, insisting I ride with him since we were both going to the same place. Was it a smart idea? Probably not, but here I was, dressed, stomach fluttering, and lip gloss painted on my lips.
I didn’t even know what we were playing and for some unforeseen reason, he said it was asurprise.It couldn’t be that intense. I was pretty sure Theo was pushing forty and the others may have been stellar athletes, but time off the game could take a toll.
Snatching up my crossbody, I blew out a careful breath as I locked the door behind me. Crossing the street, I waved at a passing car before I was walking up the sidewalk to Preston’s house. Before I was at the front door, it opened. He stepped out,looking like he should be on the cover of a sports magazine, not heading to a recreational activity on a Wednesday night.
“You ready?” He tossed his keys up before catching them.
“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” I countered.
He just winked before opening the passenger door to his truck. “Hop in and you’ll see.”
“You’re joking.”
I stood at the entrance to the gymnasium, gaping up at the huge sign that readDodgeball League.
