I don’t blame him.
Because I would’ve been gone by now if not for Juice babysitting me.
“I’m debating about callin’ Levi or not.”
Juice immediately frowns as I tap into his empathic nature. “Y’all still haven’t talked yet, huh?”
“You know we haven’t.” My spine thumps against the back of my chair in automatic defeat. “I don’t think he’s gonna get over this.”
“He will,” Juice retorts softly. “Just give him more time. It’s a lot to take in.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“It’ll blow over. Levi loves you.”
And I love him.
But it still doesn’t erase the fact that I lied. And I kept on doing it.
Now, Reeve’s life is in the balance, and time isnoton my side. I’m relying on Travis to pull off a Hail Mary and he doesn’t know a thing about football.
Or the prayer.
Fuck.
If I call up Torin or Cairo—which I couldn’t, because I don’t have his number—what am I going to say? Am I going to rat out Levi and tell them that their boy is on his way to Mexico? It’s going to cause more chaos, more fighting, and more tension. Lives might be at risk.
I can’t backstab Levi again.
Pulling up my contact list, I mindlessly tap on Levi’s number, testing to see if he’d be too busy to answer the phone. If I can hear Reeve in the background and start asking questions about what he’s doing and where he is. If I’m about to?—
“Yeah?”
My heart immediately begins thrashing around in my chest as I try to put on a calm facade for Juice and talk normally. “Hey.”
A few pregnant seconds go by, almost making me look down at my screen to see if the call disconnected when Levi asks, “What do you want, Astor?”
He answered.
Which means he’s not busy.
“I…I ran into Juice and?—”
“I stationed him there.”
No shit.
“I know, but…I was wondering if you wanted to talk.”
“Right now?” He doesn’t sound amused to be talking to me. More as though it’s a chore but, at least he is, so there’s that. “I gotta go.”
“Wait.”Calm your ass down.“Where are you?”
“Why?”
“Levi,” I chide lightly. “We can’t keep going on like this.”
“Says who?”