Sabrina
“You wanna grab lunch?” Finlay asked.
“Sure.” I tossed down my phone and stood from my bed, smoothing out my white down comforter. “Where?”
“I told Caden we’d meet up with him at the dining hall. He’s flying solo today. Forester apparently went home for his actual birthday.”
I closed my eyes as the images from the previous night brought upon a body quaking cringe. Who pushes a totally hot guy toward another woman? This girl. I was hopeless. And in no condition to be told there were other fish in the sea. I saw what’s in the sea, in the form of a guy tied to a tree, and if guys like that were the alternative, I’d rather be alone. “So, you expect me to be the third wheel again?”
“You know it’s not like that.”
“Says the one in love with Caden Brooks, superstar quarterback who only has eyes for her.”
She groaned. “Would you stop? Caden likes having you around. He thinks you’re hysterical.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m just full of humor.”
She tossed back her dark waves and laughed at my bleak tone. “I didn’t tell him about your…experience last night.”
“Why not? I thought you two share everything?”
“I wanted to hear you tell it again.”
“So, I’m your entertainment today?”
She shrugged. “Something like that.”
I grabbed my hoodie from the desk chair and walked to the door. “Fine. But I expect a captive audience.”
“You got it.”
* * *
“He said that?” Caden asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
I popped a small piece of a soft pretzel into my mouth. “Yup.”
“While she was trying like hell to get him free,” Finlay added, as if she’d been there.
“You guys see this?” a gruff voice asked.
I turned to find Grady, the football team’s right tackle, sliding into the booth beside me. His big body pressed against me.
“What the hell, Grady?” Finlay snapped, beating me to it. Grady made her job as team water girl hell last year and she wouldn’t let him forget it.
“See what?” Caden asked.
He held out his phone toward them.
Finlay’s mouth dropped open before her eyes cut to mine. “You weren’t lying.” She grabbed Grady’s phone and held it up for me to see. The picture filling the screen was a very naked hockey player tied to a tree. The only difference was he was there in broad daylight.
Caden glared at Grady. “Dude? You think I want you showing my girl pictures of some naked guy?”
“You feeling inadequate, Brooks?” Grady asked Caden.
“Is he still there?” I asked, stopping Caden from jumping across the table and beating the crap out of Grady.
Grady shook his head. “The fire department showed up to free him when I was doing the walk of shame.”