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“And then what, Anthony?” he growled. “You want the team to find out about us? Huh? Is that what you want?”

God, I wanted to let fly and tell him I didn’t care. Let’s do this right the fuck now and stop pussyfooting around everything.

But… I did care. And I had a hell of a lot more to lose than he did if things got out.

I pressed my elbow beneath the window and rubbed my stiffening neck. “Let’s just get to practice.”

Neither of us said another word for the rest of the drive.

So I was still fuming. I still felt violated. I was still livid.

But I couldn’t say or do a goddamned thing.

Chapter 38

Wyatt

I’d hoped our flirtation this morning would be enough to keep Anthony’s mood light until he came home, but I’d known it probably wouldn’t. Not after driving in, practicing with his team, attending a team meeting, and whatever else he’d had to do before Simon dropped him off back here. I’d hoped it would help, at least, but I’d fully expected him to come home tired and frustrated.

What I didn’t anticipate was how visibly rattled he’d be when he shuffled in through the door. Even his cats thundering into the kitchen and onto the counter, chirping and purring, wasn’t enough to brighten his mood.

Alarm had me on my feet and hurrying into the kitchen. “Hey.” I touched the small of his back. “You okay?”

Anthony pressed his lips together, refusing to look at me as he petted Moose, who was purring and bumping his head against him.

“Anthony?” I rubbed my hand up and down his back. “What’s going on?”

He sighed and faced me, wrapping his arms around me. That much was a relief—whatever the issue was, he wasn’t pushing me away. Voice heavy with frustration and fatigue, he said, “Simon knows about us.”

“Oh.” I studied him. “That’s… I mean, you said he had his suspicions, right?”

“Yeah.” Anthony let me go and sagged against the counter, rubbing his forehead. He dropped his hand onto the counter’s edge and met my gaze with worried, exhausted eyes. “But he knows.” Scowling, he gestured above the cabinets.

I turned to see what he was pointing at, and when I made the connection, my heart plummeted into my feet. Head snapping back toward Anthony, I said, “He’s been watching us?”

Anthony nodded slowly. “I don’t know how much he’s seen. I don’t know how many times he’s—” His shoulders sagged as he deflated and raked a hand through his hair. “It didn’t even occur to me that he’d check them. I knew he still had access, but like, why would he bother checking if there wasn’t an alarm, you know? I didn’t think he’d…”

“Hey. Hey.” I cupped his face in both hands. “Baby. Look at me.” When he did, I whispered, “This isn’t your fault. I knew the cameras were there too, and I didn’t think about it either. It’s a douchey fucking thing to do.”

“It is. I shouldn’t even be surprised, but…” He sighed. “Here we fucking are.”

Yeah. There we fucking were.

I studied him. “Is he going to out us?”

Anthony pursed his lips. After a moment, he gave his head a slow shake. “I don’t think so. We both know I’m way more fucked than he is if this gets out, but he doesn’t want to cause problems for other teammate couples.” He sighed. “I don’t think he wants the gossip either. It makes his skin crawl when people are talking about us in positive ways. I… don’t think he’d like what happens if we’re at the center of a scandal.”

Well, that was a relief.

“I just feel disgusting.” He chafed his arms, eyeing the camera above the cabinets. “I’m so tempted to take those things down for good.”

“You could change the password.”

Anthony scowled. Then he took out his phone. “I’m going to do that right the hell now.”

“Good.” While he went through those motions, I gnawed my lip. I felt disgusting, knowing Simon had creeped on us while we were fooling around, but more than anything, I was worried. About what Simon might do with that information. About Anthony. About what Simon’s bullshit might mean for us going forward. Anthony was already stressed enough over keeping their breakup a secret. How much more did he want to pile on his plate?

“There.” He put his phone facedown on the counter. “Password is changed. He won’t have access to any of it.” He cut his eyes toward the door. “I’m half-tempted to change the locks and reprogram the garage door opener, too.”

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