I’m in the closet in his office.
And okay, I know that’s bad.
In fact, it’s worse than bad, believe me. But those messages creeped me the hell out. Something is up with Dan Silva, and I had to investigate.
It would have been a lot easier to take screenshots, but then I wouldn’t have the pleasant experience of listening toSophie and Dan have sex while I’m stuck in a hockey storage closet eight feet away.
Months ago, Pete told me that the stink of a hockey bag is unlike any other foul smell, and he was not wrong.
This is torture. The sex noises and funky stench are bad enough, but the secrets Woodcock has been keeping are even worse.
I knew something was off. I could sense it. But I had no idea it would go this far.
A glance at my phone tells me I’ve been in here an hour already. And they arrived a few minutes later, which is the only reason I ducked into the closet.
When I hear words instead of moans, I start tuning in again.
“I’m not doing this again, Dan.”
“You say that every time, Soph, and yet, here you are again.”
“Don’t be an ass. Sometimes I feel like the only reason you’re with me is for the information I’m giving you.”
“Aw, Soph, you know that’s not true.”
I can’t see this guy, but he sounds like a weasel. When I hear his next words, I know I’m right.
“Besides, the info you’ve given me lately has been shit.”
I brace myself for the shrill tone in Sophie’s voice, because I’ve heard it all day and I know it’s coming. “Are you for real? My intel is shitty? What about the game Bainbridge lost. The one I knew Kaden would play in before anyone else knew? That little tip made you tons of money. Maybe I should start asking for my cut.”
“You’re wearing it. Christ, the amount of money I spend on you every month rivals my mortgage.”
“If that’s how you feel,” Sophie says, and I swear I can see her pouting, “then maybe it’s time for our little arrangement to end.”
When I hear the slam of a door followed by Silva’s voice, I know that’s my cue. About two seconds after he’s out of the room, I make my escape.
If all that wasn’t bad enough, now I have another problem
What do I do with the information I have?
29
Pete
When I get a text from Claire saying that’s she’s home from her girls’ weekend, I haul ass across campus to see her. My mom’s surgery is the day after tomorrow, and I head to DC for the championship the day after that. My stressful schedule doesn’t leave much time for romance, but I’m hoping I can spend some time with Claire tonight. It’s not even sex that I want, although I’ll never turn it down. Claire grounds me. She makes the chaos of daily life easier to deal with.
But right now, she doesn’t look happy.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, stepping inside her room.
“No, it isn’t. I know you didn’t want to talk to Kaden about the fact that Sophie’s cheating on him, but?—”
Shit. Not this again. “We don’t know that for sure,” I correct.
“Yes, we do, Pete. I know it and I witnessed it this weekend. And there’s more to it. So much more. I need you to listen.”
So that’s what I do. As Claire recounts every awful moment, I tune in.
