I have to get on the ice. I’ll be home late tonight. Send me your coffee order from Daily Drip and I’ll bring it over in the morning.
Jade
You don’t have to do that.
Matteo
I want to. Give me your order. That’s an order.
Jade
Bossy.
Matteo
You haven’t seen anything yet.
Stay out of trouble tonight, Sunny.
Jade
Always I’m a good girl.
Matteo
I bet you are…
Jade
Go take a cold shower, Ford.
He doesn’t respond, since he most likely had to go. A stupid grin lifts my lips anyways and I shake my head to myself, trying to ignore the heat that blooms in the pit of my stomach.
Maybe I need to follow my own damn advice…
“Oh my gosh, Jade, don’t turn around,” Ellie whispers, her eyes wide as they dart past me and then back to my face.
My brow furrows and without even trying it, I start to turn my head to look over my shoulder. “What?”
Ellie’s hand darts out and grabs my shoulder, turning me back to face her. “I just said don’t turn around.”
Her voice is barely audible due to the music playing in the bar, although I can hear her with how close she leans toward me. “I think I see Aiden standing over near the pool tables.”
My stomach falls, my eyes widening to match hers. “Aiden, Aiden?”
She bobs her head. “Yeah. Your Aiden.”
“He’s not mine,” I remind her, narrowing my eyes. “We broke up four years ago and have barely spoken since.” I grab my martini from the bar, gripping the stem and bringing it to my lips with haste. The liquor burns my throat as I down the rest of my drink. “What the hell is he doing here?”
Ellie’s eyes shift over to the corner, squinting as she stares back in the corner. “No idea. Looks like he’s here with two other guys.”
I snort. “That’s surprising there’s no women with him.”
“You said Matty’s out of town, so he can’t be here for a game.”
I wrack my brain for a reason and come up empty handed. “No. It’s weird that he’s here.”
“Maybe he’s here for you.”
