He pulls a face. “Maybe.”
I snicker at his disgust. “Charleston Hunter tried to ask me questions about you forThe Daily Duke. I swear she thinks she’s working for PSN News. She wanted to talk about your stats and if it was fair that a walk-on got to start in tonight’s game, but mostly, I think she has a crush on you and she was scoping out the lay of the land.”
“What did you say to her?”
“I asked if she saw you play tonight because if she had, then she wouldn’t be asking idiotic questions.”
“Thank you, knight in shining armor.”
My smile’s smug. “You’re welcome, damsel in distress.”
“Draft’s coming up.”
“Not really. It’s not even this year!”
Tapping his temple with my finger, I pshaw. “The draft isalwayscoming up.” When he stays silent, I turn to look at him. With two boys for best friends, you get used to abrupt shifts in conversations, but that was unusually brisk. “You okay?”
“Sure.”
Liar.
“Saw Addison too.”
“Which one?”
God, he doesn’t even know that’s the perfect answer.
“The woman from Dopie’s.”
“Oh, her.” His mouth flattens. “What did she want?”
“Nothing good.”
His scowl darkens. “Do I need?—”
“Nah. I handled it.”
“Found your voice, huh?”
He has no idea why I didn’t push that argument yesterday so I change the subject.
“Where’s Peeks?”
“Heading to a party where he’ll be caught with his ass out on display somewhere.”
I pause with the black lacquer dripping onto his thumbnail. “We should change his nickname to Peeks the Cheeks.”
“You watch it stick.”
We grin at each other.
“To be honest, I’m glad he gets it out of his system at parties.” I shudder as I stick the brush back into the tiny bottle. “I’m sick of seeing his buns in the apartment. Last year, with his bunnydu jour, I had to Lysol every flat surface once a week because I never knew where hehadn’tbeen.”
He rubs his chin. “It sucked being away from you guys.”
“It did, but it was worth it in the end. I just wish my dad hadn’t been a jerk and had let me?—”
He cups my shoulder and inadvertently robs my lungs of oxygen. “I know.”
