Me
You should ask Drew if she can set up an interview with yours truly. That should gain you a few thousand followers.
June
I don’t want my career to piggyback off my brother’s. Anyway, Dad has managed to get me an interview with a couple of the Blades players. I’m going to start local with New York–based teams and then work from there.
Me
Proud of you, JJ. I knew a career in medicine wasn’t what you wanted.
June
It will mean living with Mom and Dad for a while longer while I build the business, but that’s a small price to pay. LOL.
Dad
I’ve already said that you can move into our apartment in town.
June
And I’ve already told you, when I move out, it will be because I earned the money to do it.
Me
Fuck that. Take them for all they’re worth, JJ.
Mom
You can be really crass at times, William.
“You’ve been nursing that soda for well over an hour.” Silas slides onto the barstool alongside me and points at my full glass as I pocket my phone.
It’s fucking weird to me that a team would go out the night before the first game of the regular season, but at least there’s a ban on alcohol.
“Big game tomorrow,” I breathe out. “I don’t usually drink soda the night before I play. Only water.”
Silas clinks his soda glass against mine. “At least come and join the guys. The idea of tonight is to bond, and you can’t do that, sitting way over here.”
I tip my head over my shoulder and briefly lock eyes with Tristan, who glares at me. I return it tenfold. He’s startingtomorrow, and I’ll be on the third line. Not that I expected to start in my debut, although he sure as shit likes to rub it in my face and has done so since Coach announced the lineup.
“Something tells me that I’m not welcome.”
No one knows why we got into it in the gym that day, and I intend to keep it that way. I haven’t even told Drew.
Silas downs the rest of his soda, sliding the glass along the bar toward a dark-haired woman who always seems to be working whenever I’m in Riley’s Bar.
From my position next to him, it’s impossible to miss the way his eyes linger on the girl for longer than necessary.
“Do you know her?” I ask.
He shakes his head, although I’m not convinced he’s being honest.
“You don’t have her on speed dial then?” I goad, which does the trick.
My captain’s head snaps to me. “I have her number, Will, but only because she’s my brother’s girlfriend.”
I decide to test the waters a little more, mainly because I’m bored, but a small part of me can’t push past the way Silas looked at her a second ago.
