“He isn’t a nice guy,” I snap straight across her sentence.
She rears back a fraction, and I close my eyes, annoyance with myself and my asshole teammate rolling through me.
“Sorry. It’s just that I don’t want you to?—”
“To what?” Drew interrupts me this time. “Get into a car with a random stranger?”
She subtly motions behind her, but I know Tristan notices it. The smug bastard is likely loving this. He didn’t ask to drive Drew home to be “a nice guy,” but just to crawl under my skin and make a point that he can have whoever he wants, just how I acted when I was in college.
“I’m the coach’s daughter, and he’s a player on my dad’s team,” Drew continues talking. “He isn’t about to abduct me.”
I shake my head because what more can I say? She’s right, and whatever leaves my mouth next will only aggravate her further.
She blows out a long breath and looks up at me. Even in her heels, our height difference is still noticeable.
“Well done again for tonight, Will. As soon as I hear from Kevin and the team, I’ll email you all the details, and we can go from there.”
I don’t want her to leave when things are awkward between us, and I only have myself to blame for that. Tristan approaches us from behind Drew, and my attention rests back on her face.
“Text me and let me know that you got home all right.” It’s more of a demand than a request, and it sounds like it too.
Saying nothing, she nods once and spins around to face Tristan.
He waves a hand at me, and when Drew opens her bag to look for something, he throws me a wink that makes my blood run cold.
If he lays one goddamn finger on her, I’ll amputate each of them in turn.
“Coach is busy talking with a couple of guests, and I didn’t want to interrupt him.” Tristan looks me dead in the eyes. “So, could you let him know that I drove Drew home when you get a chance?” His tone is light and sickly sweet.
Oh, I’ll let him know all right.
“No problem,” I confirm and then reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, opening up the X app right as Drew and Tristan head for the door.
14
. . .
Drew
On a yawn, I sit up in bed and switch off the alarm, reminding me that I have to be in the office in less than an hour.
Next, I grab my cell from its charging pad on the nightstand and begin scrolling. Like so many people these days, I have a bad habit of checking my phone before I’ve tuned in to my immediate surroundings.
With nothing of note on Instagram, I close the app and check my emails, sitting up straighter when I find one marked as urgent from my boss and sent over an hour ago.
From: Colton Davis
To: Drew Callaghan
Subject: URGENT
Drew,
Have you spoken with Will? What the hell did he post on X last night?!
Colton
Opening Will’s account, I’m hit with thousands of notifications, more rolling in every few seconds.
