Then she pranced past him, stopping on the curb to wait for her ride.
Preston moved into my line of sight. “You all right?”
I shook my head, a heavy breath leaving my chest.
I finally met his eyes. “I am now.”
39
Preston
The clink of the weight room sounded in the distance as I made my way to my office. We had a light practice today, just weights and rehab since we didn’t have a game this week. Walking into my office, I fished my phone from my pocket, checking it for the fifth time in the last two hours.
Preston: What time does your shift end?
Trinity hadn’t responded. She’d been off all week since her mom showed up. I was starting to really despise that woman. It pissed me off the way she treated her. The way she clearly manipulated her. It was hell watching someone you cared about realize the person they counted on to love them unconditionally turned out to be a fraud.
“Hey, man.” Shaw stopped in the frame of my open door. “Want to grab something to eat at Laces Out?” He glanced behind him as Theo approached. “Theo’s buying.”
“The fuck I am,” he grumbled. “Youlostthe bet. Remember?”
“What bet?” I shoved my phone into my pocket.
“He bet that I couldn’t go two weeks without sex.” Shaw grinned.
“Why are you smiling if you lost?”
He shrugged. “He saidsex.As in penetration. Not other forms of—”
“Okay.” I held up a hand. “Spare me the details.”
“Pig,” Theo muttered.
“There is nothing wrong with a healthy sex life,” Shaw defended. “It’s the best cardio you can do.”
“I’m leaving.” Theo pointed at Shaw. “And you’re paying.”
Shaw flipped him off as he disappeared down the hallway.
“You ask Wes?” I flipped off my light.
“Yeah. He’s with the girls. Rain check.”
I wasn’t really that hungry, but I wasn’t about to turn down a chance to see my girl. “Let’s go.”
Sitting at a corner table, I watched Trinity swipe the sweat from her temple. She’d caught my stare a few times but kept herself busy. Landry was our server, but Trinity had the table next to us,which housed a rowdy group of college guys I was about ready to strangle.
“Hey, sweetheart. How about one more round?” A blond guy in the corner smiled, his eyes dropping to her chest.
“No can do, Ken. Bartender says no more.” She picked up his empty bottle.
“Ken, huh? Does that make you Barbie?” He flirted.
My girl rolled her eyes. “No. It doesn’t.”
A bunch ofooohsrumbled as she stacked the empty bottles on her tray.
I gripped the glass in my hand, my knuckles turning white. I wasn’t prepared to have to sit here and watch these douchebags make innuendos at her all night.
