Just then, Trent and a woman came out, both pulling suitcases.
He saw us at the same time we saw them, and the entire group started laughing at his immediate frown.
We pulled up, and I opened the side door, but he just shook his head.
“Are you guys serious? The camp van?”
Hadley and I were laughing as we jumped out to hug Trent, and then hug the girl.
“Oh.” She blinked, and her arms jerked up. “Hi there.”
But our hugs were quick. We were already done and climbing into the farthest back seat.
Sophia got out and was a more gracious hostess. She hugged Trent first, then greeted the girl. Grant came around to hug Trent and shake the girl’s hand as Owen collected their suitcases, putting them in the back.
Trent was still scowling at the van, rolling his eyes.
“Stow it,” Grant said. “We figure it’s good marketing, and we all came down together anyway.”
“Right.” Trent poked his head in, glaring at me. “You could’ve warned me I was getting the camp van greeting at the airport.”
I shrugged. “It’s how we roll. You should know that.”
He grunted in response, but his scowl faded. “It’s good to see you guys.” His hand came to his date’s back. “Guys, this is Lauren. Lauren, the official camp greeting. All except Charlie, in the Thunder jersey.”
“Hi.” She smiled as she climbed in and took the middle seat. “Hi, everyone.” A pause. “What are your names again?”
We went around, but her dazed look never diminished. She was a deer in headlights.
Grant pulled the van back into the driving lane. “We all work at camp.”
“Still?” Her hand came to rest on Trent’s arm. “Or you used to work with Trenton?”
Trenton?
Hadley and I shared a look of delight.
Trent noticed, turning back to us. “Not a word.”
Hadley squeaked.
I scooted down in my seat, whispering under my breath, “Trenton. I love it.”
Trenton was in love. I could tell.
Lauren was exquisite—long, flowing black hair, lips like a doll’s, and dark almond eyes. I was tempted to ask if she was a model, but decided to wait until Sophia had warmed her up, which she was doing.
Trent brought a date! He brought a date to a camp social gathering. That was serious.
Right? Right. I felt it was.
Owen leaned forward from the other side of Hadley. He and Sophia had somehow become the appointed hosts of the group.
“Hey.” Grant raised his voice. “Are we going straight to the game or swinging back to Charlie’s? What’s the plan?”
Trent looked back at me. “We have time to drop our stuff off? Maybe clean up a little?”
“Oh, yeah. I guess it depends on how long we want to wait for concessions, but yeah, we have time.”
It was an hour before the game. There was plenty of time.
“I’d like to wash up a little, maybe not leave our suitcases at the arena, you know?”
“Say no more.” Grant flipped on the turn signal, veering toward the next exit for my apartment.
My phone buzzed.
Reese: You wearing my jersey?
Me: Coyotes.
Reese: I’m calling to take away your ticket—just yours. Not your friends’.
I bit the inside of my cheeks. Every time my phone buzzed, I knew everyone was wondering if it was Reese or someone else.
I loved that Trent had brought Lauren, but I was highly uncomfortable. We were going to Reese’s game. I was wearing his jersey—one I’d bought that he didn’t know I’d bought—and we were using his tickets for the game. Janet couldn’t get tickets anywhere near where we were sitting, and I was already feeling that pressure. Reese was doing dinner with us, and my friends were in town for the whole weekend, but I wanted tonight with Reese.
I just didn’t know how to maneuver all of those moving pieces.
Maybe it was unrealistic, but I didn’t want Janet to know about him or Lauren to spill the beans, if she found out too. And I didn’t know if Trent had told her where he got the tickets or not.
And then part of me felt I was stressing too much. I should just let it all lay how it was going to lay, but I was coming off quite a few years where I hadn’t told anyone what was going on with me.
Habits were hard to break.
People knowing my business gave them reason to form opinions, spread gossip. I was sweating just thinking of all the talk that’d rip through the group about Reese and me.
“Hey.” Hadley leaned close. “No stressing, okay? We all took a pact. No one will say a word.”
I loved her. I truly loved her.
My chest felt lighter.
“What about dinner? How do we do that?”
She gave an easygoing shrug. “We’ll figure it out. We’re prepared to handle Janet for you. Don’t worry. If you want him to come with us, he’s welcome. If you want to have your time with him, just give me a wink and a motion and I’ll cover. It’s really no problem. Are you staying with him tonight?”
I glanced up at Trent, half-turned to face Lauren, and he glanced back.
“You can just give me an extra key,” he said. “We can work it out. If you want to sneak in, I’ll make sure Lauren and I are in the guest room. We can do this. I mean, we understand.”
My face felt flushed. “We’re not even…” Yeah. How did I have that conversation with them? “We’re just friends.”
Trent smirked.
Hadley snorted. “Right. No boning there.”
“Hadley!”
“We might work at a camp, but we’re not backward hicks or something. I do have three children.”
The back of my neck was sweating. “This is just a lot to handle. I’m used to being a hermit and taking care of someone who some days remembered me and other days didn’t.”
My second reference to Damian.
They were coming easier and easier.
My therapist would be so proud, and I waited, but the instant, white-hot panic that always hit me after I mentioned Damian didn’t come.
It was getting easier.
Reese: Easter egg request?
It was like he knew me. Finally, finally.
Me: Sexy librarian look. I want the glasses.
Reese: You serious?
Me: Absolutely. You’ll get banged tonight if you do.
Reese: Not to be cocky, but I’m going to bang anyways.
Reese: K. Gotta go. Head to the players’ exit when you’re done. Or I’ll check my phone once we’re done. Think Juan wants to do dinner with us.
Me: Us?
Reese: Whoever. Are we doing your friends too? Or just you, me, and Juan. I don’t care.
Reese: Or I can tell Juan to do his own thing. You decide.
It was all up to me. What a disconcerting thought.
I didn’t text him back. The game, then the players’ exit after that.
But one thought was seeming more and more appealing: There was beer at the concession stands.
Chapter 32
I loved going to basketball games. Like, loved loved, obsessed-over loved, and I was such a sports fanatic that it wasn’t just basketball games. Football, hockey, baseball—men’s, women’s, kids. I didn’t care. I’d go to a fifth-grade football game if I were invited. I couldn’t explain why, but it never mattered.
As soon as I got to my seat and got comfortable, I was ready to go.
An excited buzz started to build as we entered the arena, and once we got to our seats, I felt ready to explode. Nerves. Excitement. Anxiety. All of it had rolled together, and I felt like I was bouncing inside of myself, only being held together because of my skin.
“Trenton said you had a friend who got these tickets for us?” Lauren leaned over Hadley to ask me. She was so beautiful, even a little birthmark over her lip winked at me from her confusion. “Does your friend work at the Target Center? These are reall
y good seats.”
I swallowed.
Hadley leaned forward, an easy smile on her face. “It’s someone who knows someone who knows someone. It was that sort of deal. I don’t think it’ll happen again.”
“Ahh.” Lauren leaned back in her seat. “I got it.” She laughed. “I thought for a second Charlie knew one of the players or something.”
Hadley didn’t respond. I pretended I hadn’t heard, and as Hadley patted Lauren’s hand, we shared a look. We were close to where the players would come in from the locker rooms, so that was adding to the whole messiness inside me. I kept thinking a player would step out, see me, and point saying, “SHE’S OVER HERE!”
I know, I know.
I was a bit much.
But really. I had some anxiety.
Hadley checked her phone. “Owen’s bringing beer.”
“Thank GOD!”
Lauren frowned at me.
After the guys got back, the dance music started. The teams were coming out.
When the announcer’s voice began booming, the Thunder began running in.
Hadley gripped my hand. “OH MY GOD!”
The Cruskinator went by.
Lestroy.
I could name each and every one of them, and not just because of camp.
One saw us and stopped. “Hey!” He waved. “It’s nice to see you guys again.” He saw me. “Oh yeah,” he said with a laugh before he hit the guy next to him, jogging on.
Still others passed by.
A couple of the coaches.
Aiden was with them.
Juan.
Then…
When I turned, Reese was staring at me, a smirk on his face.
I couldn’t hold it in. A secret grin showed, and he answered it with one of his own.
Juan pounded his arm, waving to me too before they jogged the rest of the way.
I was not going to look around, but I knew the people around us were watching me. I scooted low in my seat and folded my head in, now wondering if his jersey was too obvious?
Then, fuck it. I was here to support him. Half the women in this arena had his number on their backs, so I sat back up and started cheering with the rest of the crowd.
Hadley was up and dancing. She and Owen were doing their dances the way only they could. He pretended to smack her ass as she waved her arms in the air.
Lauren looked at them, her eyebrows high until Trenton leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Her confusion cleared, and her cheeks pinked. She drew closer to his side, and soon both of them were moving to the music.
Once the game actually began, it was pandemonium—the way a game should always be. Everything happening inside of me came out, and I was yelling with the rest of them. We were in Thunder territory, but I liked the Coyotes too. It hurt when they fell behind, when Reese stole one, two, three balls, made his free throws, and had at least one beautiful teardrop shot.
He really was having one of his best years. They’d won all their other games but one, and they seemed to be on the fast track for the NBA Finals, but that was a long way off. They were currently rated number two in their conference.
And it wasn’t just Reese.
Juan was on the court almost the whole time, leading the team in rebounds and tying with Reese for assists. Lestroy led with three-pointers, and the Cruskinator dominated under the basket.
Thunder led 72-63 at the half, and after a quick dash to the bathroom, I sat down for the first time since the game began.
“Holy shit.” Hadley fanned herself. “We need to come to these games more often. They’re a workout.”
The Coyotes mascot was throwing shirts into the crowd across from us. On our side, the dancers were tossing little basketballs.
Lauren leaned over a bit after the guys went for the concession stands, her eyes a little wide. “This is so exciting! This game is amazing.” She pretended to scowl at us. “You guys never told me you knew some of the Thunder team.”
We’d signed NDAs. None of us could say a word.
Hadley just smiled, the way she usually did. “There’s a reason we can’t talk about it.”
“Oh!” Lauren smiled. “I got it. Say no more. But did you guys meet Reese Forster? He looked over here like he knew you. Does he?”
Right then and there, I decided I was keeping Reese to myself tonight.
Hadley coughed. “Again…”
“Oh.” Lauren sat back, waving her hand and trying to air out her shirt. “Say no more. I got it.” She giggled, results of the beer. “I might ask Trenton later, though.”
The guys were coming back, more goodies in hand and a beer for me. Owen handed it over before sitting back down.
I’d just had a sip when Grant came around to kneel beside me. “Hey. So did you decide about tonight?”
I lowered my voice and flicked my eyes behind me. “Trent’s girlfriend seems kinda keen on Forster so…”
“Okay.” He bobbed his head. “You can make plans with him after the game, I’m guessing?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. We ran into Janet up there. She might come down and visit a bit, but we’ll make up some excuse for you about dinner. I think Hads had something planned. She thought about it all on the way down. And about Trent and his girl?”
I lifted a shoulder, shaking my head. “I don’t know. I have to talk to Reese, see what he says about tonight.”
“Well, I was going to suggest, do you want Sophia and me to switch with Trent and Lauren? They can take the second guest room at Janet’s and we’ll stay at your place? It makes sense, in a way. Trent’s a lot closer to Janet than I am. I was always loyal to you. Plus, Hadley’s friends with her too. And you and I are closer, you know.”
I nodded, loving this new plan. “Yes. Then we don’t have to hide or dart into a hotel room.”
“Good.” He squeezed my shoulder, standing back up. “I’ll talk to Trent about everything, and we’ll sort it out. If for any reason it doesn’t go down like that, one of us will let you know. You can have your time, and tomorrow then?”
“He’s flying back with the team, so I’m free as of tomorrow morning.”
He knelt back down, looping his arms over his knees. “Janet asked about you, wondering if you’re mad at her or something. I think she’s trying to figure out how we got these tickets.”
I groaned. “Can Hadley make up something there too?”
He grinned. “We’ll cover, but just so you know for tomorrow. She invited all of us over to her place for dinner.”
“When are you heading back to camp?”
“That’s kinda up to you. I mean, we’re in off-season, so we don’t actually have to go back till Monday. Are you free Monday morning? Should we plan to go back that day? Or we can go back tomorrow after Janet’s.”
I was happy they were here, which was not something I would have imagined myself thinking even three months ago. A lot could change when you started letting yourself live.
“Whatever you guys want. I’m easy. I don’t have a job.”
“Speaking of.” He gave me a serious look.
“AHH! YOU GUYS ARE ON THE KISS CAM!” someone screeched behind us, trying to push our heads together.
I jerked, whipping my eyes up to the jumbotron, and there we were, my profile to the camera.
I paled.
Grant stiffened.
And Hadley acted.
She yelled, then grabbed my face and whipped me around to her. Her lips mashed to mine, and after a second of shock, a cheer rose up around us. People clapped and laughed.
Owen surged to his feet, pointing at us. “She’s my wife!”
Trent bit his lip, trying to keep from laughing.
I just held my hands up and shook my head. “She kissed me.”
“She’s not my girlfriend. My girl’s on the other side,” Grant announced to anyone who would listen.
Sophia was dying in her seat, almost on the floor, her arms hugging her sides. And Lauren? She was
back to being confused.
The camera had moved on, but it zoomed back again. This time it found Owen and Hadley. Husband and wife kissed, and another cheer rose up. The camera came back to me, but I shook my head. “I’m alone,” I mouthed.
A guy yelled from above us, “I’ll kiss you!”
Grant tapped my shoulder. “I’m going to get back. It’s unsafe being here. We’ll talk later.”
The players came back out, there was more dancing music, and the next half didn’t disappoint.
Juan fouled out, leaving the court to a chorus of boos.
Reese led the charge, and it wasn’t really a surprise when his team won at the end, 109-85.
Chapter 33
I got my Easter egg during Reese’s last interview, right before he jogged off the court. He asked to wear the interviewer’s glasses. It was all a joke, but the guy loved it, and I had a feeling that clip would be played on YouTube quite a bit.
As he ran into the tunnel, I saw him looking for me.
Once our gazes caught, I held up my phone. He dipped his head once and kept running. I knew people saw the exchange. There was no way they couldn’t have. I ducked my head as I noticed a few cameras pointing my way.
Hadley touched my arm. “You want a hat? Owen brought one he didn’t wear.”
“Maybe that’s a good idea.”
I pulled my hair around my face, tugged the hat down low, and tried not to look up until we’d left our seats. There were two guys following me, one holding a camera in front of him.
We were nearing a bathroom, and I grabbed Hadley’s hand, ducking inside, then circling around a group. The exit was at the other end. The guys were waiting outside the second door, trying to look inside. I held back. When a big surge of people went past them, I moved us into the middle. Hadley was right with me.
She laughed, her beer breath blasting me as she twisted to look behind us. “Who was it?”
“I don’t know, but they were following me.”
“I hate to say it, but if you and Reese do become something, that’s going to happen more and more. People watch him like a hawk.”
I nodded and squeezed her hand. “Let’s just get through the ‘we’re friends who bone’ stage. I’ll worry about that later.”
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