Page 58 of Crossing the Line


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“I know, I know.” I chuckle.

“Wait up!” He follows after. “I’ll come too.”

“You don’t like football.” I give him a questioning glance as we head out of the house.

“Nope. But I’ve gotten to know some of the guys. They seem pretty cool. I'll come and support them.”

We start walking toward the football stadium. I’m in my own head, that guilty feeling remaining.They’re just socks, Bennett.You didn’t know. They looked like they belonged in the trash, and that's where they ended up.

Still. It really wasn’t my place to make that decision.

“So, you and Roland...” Danny asks, pulling me out of my inner thoughts.

“What about us?” I ask.

“You two together or something?”

“I mean, we’ve been on some dates. But I wouldn’t call ustogether.”

“Cool, cool.”

“Why are you acting weird?”

“No reason,” Danny says. “He seems like a cool guy. But not your type.”

“No?” I chuckle. “And what's my type? Liam?”

“God no,” he scoffs. “That asshole shouldn’t be anyone's type.”

“Then who’s my type if it’s not Roland?”

“Well, he is a football player, but he doesn’t have blond hair and blue eyes. I’m thinking black hair, hazel-green eyes, and a permanent scowl on his face.”

I falter, shooting him a surprised look. “You are not talking about Easton, are you?”

“I mean...” Danny shrugs. “I see the way you two look at one another.”

“Like we want to kill each other? Like we hate each other?" I defend. “Because that's how it is.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know you two hate one another. Have for years.”

“But?” I sense he’s not done with the topic.

“But I also see the sexual tension.” Danny grins.

“You're blind then. Easton is straight. That's the whole reason why we stopped being friends. Punched me in the face for kissing him, remember? And he has a girlfriend.”

“Okay,” he says, not sounding convinced. “Whatever you say.”

“It is absolutely not like that, not even close,” I growl.

“Don’t bite my head off,” he chuckles.

“You got it wrong. Roland is my type.”

Danny’s face falls. What the hell is that about?

We don’t talk the rest of the way. Whatever I said seemed to upset Danny.