Page 51 of Whiskey Wednesdays
“If the shoe fits. I want to have a team-building potluck dinner and game night tomorrow night. You and Jackson need to invite everyone. That way we might get a few guys there.”
He looked like he was getting a bad case of heartburn.
I leaned forward. “It’s in your best interest for the team to get better, right? I think this would help. You guys don’t seem to trust each other.”
He leaned back. “That’s because we don’t.”
“Why?”
The server came and deposited our meals. Titus’s burger looked way better than my side salad, but this meal was cutting into my weekly food budget, and the sampler appetizer had filled me up already.
He picked up the ketchup bottle. “We don’t know each other. And we’re a team but we’re also competing.”
“Wouldn’t you all have a better chance if you played well together? And won more games?”
“Yeah.” He took a big bite of his burger.
“Okay then. We should do a teambuilding night tomorrow at my dad’s house. Jackson is already coming.”
“Fine,” he growled. “But Jackson sends out the text. Connor and I have a little history.”
I took a bite of my salad. “What kind of history?”
“None of your business,choux.”
“Okay.”
He smirked and took another bite. “Now what do you want to know about my recovery methods?”
We spent the next half hour discussing the different injuries he’d suffered over the years, and what worked for him regarding treatment and physical therapy. I took a few notes on my phone and was surprised at how knowledgeable and insightful he was. And he’d had a lot of injuries.
I laid my phone on the table and folded my hands. “What happened to your back?”
Titus tensed. “I don’t want to get into it.”
“All right. You can tell me when you’re ready.”
His shoulders relaxed and he leaned forward. ”What’s going on with you and Connor?”
I’d reached out and picked a fry off his plate, but my hand froze in midair. “What do you mean?”
“Jackson said you spend a lot of time with him and Elodie. He also said Connor considers you his.”
“I don’t want to get into it.” I mimicked his words.
“That’s fair. But I think you need to know a couple of things.” He looked like the heartburn had come back.
“What?”
“He’s at least ten years older than you are. And he likes sex… a certain way. I’m not saying it’s bad, and I have a few of the same tastes.”
My stomach lurched. “Is it anything illegal or immoral?”
He smiled a little. “No. But sometimes it involves toys, ropes, and mind-fuck games.”
“Whew.” My shoulders slumped. “Okay, so nothing illegal, immoral, or non-consenting.” I picked up another fry off his plate, dipped it in his ketchup, and ate it.
He stared at me, then barked out a laugh. “Goddamn it. Connor’s in for a wicked ride.”
