“Fucking moron,” I mutter, taking a pull on my beer.
“Come on, hit me with it.”
I’d rather just fucking hit him.
“Casey is Sutton’s new coach.”
Linc takes a few seconds to digest my words before he turns to look at me with his brows pinched.
“So?”
60
CASEY
“You really mean business tonight, huh?” Parker asks as we filter into the arena with the other Vipers fans excited for tonight’s game.We invited Freya to join us, but she couldn’t even be convinced with the promise of margaritas and tacos.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shoot over my shoulder.
“Sure you don’t,” she muses. “I thought wearing another player’s jersey was brutal, but somehow, I think tonight is worse.”
Finding our row, I make my way down to our seats.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m wearing the jersey of the man I’m here to support tonight,” I explain, glancing down at my vintage Vipers jersey withWatsonon the back.
“Exactly,” Parker agrees. “The second Kodie sees it, he’ll understand the message.”
“There is no message,” I lie.
I stood in my closet for a good five minutes before I decided what to wear to tonight’s game.
There was no way I was wearingRiverson my back, especially after what we did while I was wearing it after his road games. And I didn’t want to torment him by wearing Linc’s or any of the other guys’. That’s just asking for trouble, and I don’t have the energy for those kinds of games. So, Isettled on wearing Dad’s. After all, he’s the reason I’m here tonight. Okay, that might be a lie as well, but he’s the main reason.
“Sure, whatever you say,” Parker says before taking a huge gulp of beer.
She had late clients this evening, so we weren’t able to grab dinner before the game like we usually would.
“I still think you should call him later, claim your prize.”
“Are you suggesting we’re going to lose?” I ask in horror.
“I guess that depends if your man out there is as heartbroken as you.”
“Firstly, I’m not heartbroken,” I state, despite the fact my heart currently feels like it’s been put through a meat grinder. “And secondly, I doubt he’s given me a second thought.”
She gives me a sympathetic look. “Girl, youknowthat’s not true.”
I shrug. There’s a part of me that really wishes she’s right. But she can’t be. It’s been three days since I sent that apology message, and I haven’t seen or heard from him.
If he were missing me, or even slightly heartbroken, then surely he’d have reached out?
You haven’t.
All of this is my fault, I’m more than aware of that.
If I’d just told him…
The volume of the music around us increases as the seats fill with fans ready to cheer on their beloved Vipers.
