Page 46 of End Game

“Sure. That’s fine with me.” I send a look in Nico’s direction, but he’s not even paying attention. Too busy munching on the apple and scrolling his phone.

The door slams, and Coop comes sauntering into the kitchen seconds later, sending a glare in Nico’s direction. “Didn’t even wait for me, bro.”

“I didn’t know you needed a personal escort into the house.” Nico’s attention never wavers from his screen, and he taps out what I can only assume is a response to someone.

Who’s he talking to? Texting with? One of his fangirls? Ugh, I hate myself for wanting to know.

“Could we work on some of those poses that’ll help with my shoulder?” Frank asks me, not even paying attention to the mini fight that’s currently happening between our roommates.

“Absolutely.” I nod, sending a questioning look in Coop’s direction, but he appears unfazed. Good. I don’t like an angry Coop. “I’ll go get changed.”

“You doing yoga right now?” Coop asks.

“Yes.” I offer him a brief smile. I’m a certified yoga instructor and even led classes back at home. I worked for a year at the local senior center and had so much fun with my students there. My oldest one was ninety-three. “You’re joining us?”

“Definitely.” He smiles at me in return.

“Okay, everyone’s coming,” Frank says, setting his phone on the counter.

“Damn, that was fast,” Nico mutters, shaking his head.

I ignore him. He’s being rude, but he’s always somewhat dismissive of my yoga sessions.

“You finally going to one of her classes?” Coop asks.

“No.” Nico sends a fleeting glance in my direction. “I’m not interested.”

And with that, he exits the kitchen.

“He’s in a bad mood,” Coop says the moment Nico is gone.

“He’s always in a bad mood,” I grumble, grabbing my phone and sending Sienna a text that I’m starting the yoga session soon. “Is Gavin coming?”

“Yep, everyone is,” Frank says.

Me: Your boy will be here for yoga. Wear your hottest workout outfit.

She responds immediately.

Sienna: I’ll be there in ten looking like a total hottie.

A string of fire emojis follows her text.

I’m headed to my room to change when I spot Nico in his bedroom, his head lifting when I walk past. Our gazes lock and he doesn’t look away.

Neither do I.

“You and Dollar have a thing going on, or what?”

I blink at him, absorbing his question slowly. Shocked by it because is he for real right now?

“Um, no.”

“Looked pretty friendly just now in the kitchen.” His deep voice is extra low.

And sounds extra serious.

“He was feeling down, and I wanted to offer him support.”

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