Page 82 of The Overtime Kiss
Luna waves right back at me, making a heart too. Sabrina’s with them, though, and I’m right back in the Sabrina zone.
Even though I remind myself—it’s not my place to feel anything for her. It’s not my place to tell her what to do.
In the locker room, I yank off my shoulder pads with a certain amount of fury.
Images of her going out on her off nights, laughing as some guy picks her up at the door ofmy house, smiling, kissing him as he brings her back after the date tomy home—are gnawing at me relentlessly.
Why didn’t I think of this before?
I toss my gear into the stall, then chuck my uniform into the laundry bin.
Rowan glances at me. “Pissed much?”
“Too much,” I admit.
“I guess it’s a good thing the kids are coming with me tonight,” he says. Since it’s a Friday, and our daughters are friends, he’s taking everyone home for a sleepover. He also has his sister’s son for the evening, so Parker’s tagging along too.
Probably for the best.
I shouldn’t be around anyone tonight—not with this dragon of jealousy breathing fire down my neck.
But when I leave the locker room, Miles tugs me aside before I can say goodnight to the kids. “Hey,” he says, in that calm, take-charge voice he’s used since our deadbeat dad took off with barely a word. It reassured me as a kid. Right now, though, I’m in no mood.For anything.
“What is it?” I bite out.
He sets a hand on my shoulder and looks me straight in the eyes. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I mutter.
“You didn’t play like yourself,” he says, and that’s the thing about my brother. He won’t let things slide.
I breathe out hard through my nostrils.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I mutter.
Miles stares at me like he can see through my lies. “Is it Sabrina?”
What the fuck? I practically jump away from him. “Are you a psychic?”
“Just your older brother.”
I try to let go of my irritation. “I’ll figure it out.”
“You do that,” he says, then nods down the hall toward Leighton, who’s waiting for him. “I’m going to take Leighton out. Need a ride?”
The last thing I need is to be near happy people. “I’m good.”
He takes off, and I head down the corridor to say goodnight to the kids. I find them hanging out with Rowan already, while Sabrina chats with Isla, Josie, and Everly several feet down the hall, all turned away from me.
Sabrina’s blonde hair is loose, shiny against her pink sweater.
Will she wear that sweater on a date?
I clench my fists.
“Let’s get you on the apps,” Josie says, tapping Sabrina’s arm, and I dig my fingers into my palms. “We can write you an amazing profile.”
