“That wasReal Housewives–worthy, Kenn,” Maya murmurs, her voice pitching. “And since when do you have a psychic named Lisa?”
“I don’t,” I admit, “but I saw a TikTok the other day saying good things were coming my way, so close enough.”
Sophie bounces on her toes, excitement dripping off her. “That was amazing. Wow. Team CamKen all the way.”
“Oh, I like CamKen for a couple name,” Maya muses. “Sounds much better than Kenron, which is what I’ve been secretly calling them in my head.”
“Kenron sounds like aStar Trekthing.” Sophie giggles. “My other front runner was Camedy, but it didn’t flow as well.”
“You good, Soph?” Sloane asks, approaching us. “Is she causing any issues?”
There’s no doubt who theshein question is.
Sophie puffs out a breath and shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. You sound like my br—wait, did Cameron ask you to watch out for me?” Her eyes narrow to slits. “If he did, I’m going to lose my shit.”
Maya smirks but ducks her head so Sophie doesn’t see it. A person is about as likely to find a unicorn in their backyard as they are to witness Sophie losing her cool. Both are technically possible, but one would really question reality if they saw either.
“No, he didn’t, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t keep my eye on her. Her badge doesn’t give her unrestricted access to the players, but she’s toeing the line,” Sloane says, rubbing her brow. “Dealing with Logan is enough.”
Maya cocks a brow. “What’d he do this time?”
Her shoulders deflate. “Told anAtlanticreporter that the entire team could be wearing butt plugs and still beat the Titans.”
“Oh no,” Maya mutters.
“Oh yes,” she says. “Then bet ten grand on it and ordered custom Bobcats butt plugs right then and there.”
A snort escapes me before I can stop it. I slap a hand to my mouth so I don’t burst out laughing. Logan’s a character, that’s for sure. He’d thrive on reality TV, and if he wasn’t dating Maya’s brother, I’d definitely submit him as a contestant onLove Island.
“Now, instead of tucking in my kid for bed, I’ll be spending the next few hours negotiating to keep that from being printed. They probably won’t drop it unless I promise them an exclusive interview with Cameron. He, of course, will bitch about it, and then the reporter will ask about his relationship status becauseGigi’s made a show of popping up in the locker room and trying to hang around him. And that’ll cause a whole other thing.”
“You don’t have to worry about the last part.” Sophie smiles sincerely. “Cameron’s dating Kennedy now.”
“We’re not technically a couple,” I interject, bouncing nervously on my toes. “Just… seeing where things go.”
It’d be way too unbelievable to suddenly go from single to Cameron’s girlfriend, so we’re easing into it before making things “official.”
“Right,” Maya says slowly. “That’s why you just claimed him in front of his ex-girlfriend, even referencing the sacred girl code.”
“You did?” Sloane asks with a raised brow.
Heat creeps up my neck. “She was being condescending.”
“She was, and you handled it perfectly.” Maya squeezes my arm. “I’m just saying, for someone who’s ‘seeing where it goes,’ you were pretty territorial back there.”
I sigh. “I was being polite.”
Sophie quirks an eyebrow. “You told her she’d be a ho-bag if she went after Cameron.”
“Politely,” I insist.
We’re all silent for a beat, then all three women burst into laughter.
When they’ve composed themselves, I lift my chin, getting Sloane’s attention. “Do you know when the team’s coming out?”
“Not for a bit. Henderson is keeping them to review tapes.” She takes me in, her assessment nothing like Gigi’s. Instead, she smiles approvingly. “Wow. You and Cameron.”
“Yep. Me and Cameron,” I repeat, not liking how nice his name feels on my tongue.
