Page 17 of I Think He Knows?

“Perfect. Mason says hi and to tell you the coach better not have cancelled on you again or else.”

I laugh. “Tell him I said hi, and Cam didn’t cancel.”

“Good.”

“I spoke to him this afternoon, and he said he was looking forward to Friday evening.”

I watch as she goes to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water. This is a sign of true friendship—when someone is comfortable enough to help themselves in your home.

“Of course he is. He was very honest about why he cancelled last week. And obviously he didn’t want too.”

I nod but don’t say anything.

Eliza gives me a curious look. “Is there something else?”

I chew on my lower lip. “Let’s wait for the pizza.”

“Ohhh.”

“How is my old friend Mason doing?” I ask, conveniently changing the subject.

Eliza is quiet for a few seconds before a huge smile spreads across her face. It warms my heart to see her like this.

“He’s…great,” she says. “Sometimes it feels so surreal that we’re together after all these years. I feel like I should pinch myself multiple times a day.”

“Of course it does,” I agree. “But at the same time, I can’t remember when you weren’t together. Isn’t that weird?”

“Yes,” she exclaims. “Mason and I were just talking about how this transition has been so seamless for us. Like how we’ve been able to move from friends to more so naturally.”

“It’s because you’re soul mates.”

Eliza’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

The sound of the doorbell interrupts our conversation, and I jump up to answer it. We don’t waste any time diving into the pizza, and Eliza quickly turns the conversation back to Cam.

I tell her about our new assistant principal and the rumors that Cam and she used to be in a relationship.

“So, Coach Cam hasn’t said anything about her to you?”

I shake my head. “I casually mentioned our morning meeting, and he didn’t flinch. But in his defense, he doesn’t have to tell me anything.”

“Or there’s nothing to tell,” she offers. “They might’ve dated at some point, but if it wasn’t anything serious, he may not think it’s important.”

I nod. “You’re right. I’m overthinking it, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not,” she insists. “Don’t diminish your feelings.”

I put my plate on the coffee table and lean my head against the back of the couch. “Maybe this is just another sign I need to accept Cam and I are meant to be nothing more than friends.”

“Not necessarily,” she says. “Have you not learned anything from Mason and me?”

I smile. “You sound like such a life coach.”

She laughs. “Good, but it’s also coming from personal experience.”

“I know.”

“And don’t forget I’ve seen you and Cam together,” she reminds me. “There’s no denying you two have a connection.”

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