Page 70 of Twisted Collide

There’s no missing the tightness of her voice. She doesn’t want to be here, and it obviously has nothing to do with me.

Once Sherry pours herself and Coach a drink, Coach raises his glass. “To a job well done,” he says to his daughter.

I look over at her, and her eyebrow is raised. “Job well done?”

“Molly will be back soon, so I think it’s safe to move you back. Dane, she’ll still help you of course. Congrats, you’re officially back interning for the whole team.”

Her face is serious, and she nibbles on her bottom lip.

My jaw feels tight.

Is she happy or sad about the news? Her reaction seems odd.

Not my problem. I grab the now filled glass and lift it. It’s exactly what I need, like a refreshing pool on a hot day.

“Dane,” Coach’s voice rings through the dining room, and I turn my head back toward his direction. “Do you have anything to add?”

No.

What can I possibly say? Thanks for helping out. I almost threw you down on the floor three times a day to eat your perfect pussy, but I figured your dad would kill me if I did that, so I decided not to.

“It was great having you step in for Molly. You were very helpful, and I really appreciate it,” I grit out.

Coach smiles, and I know he bought it. I glance at Josephine, and the little hellfire is having none of it. She’s currently trying to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

“You sure?” she says, shocking the shit out of me.

“Of course,” I answer.

“Well, it’s not like you ever smile, so how would I know?” She lifts a mocking brow.

“I'm not that bad. I smile.”

She shakes her head. “Lies. And we both know it.”

“Josie,” her dad reprimands her, and she shrugs.

“What? It’s true. The man never smiles. Hell, I’d never smile either if I had to work with him all day.” She inclines her chin toward her dad.

There’s an awkward silence before Coach’s chair scrapes againstthe floor. He stands up and leaves the room. Sherry gets up too, following on his heels.

“Ugh,” Josephine groans, eyes closing in frustration. Or maybe something else?

“What was that about?” I snap, not understanding why she would insult him at his own table. “He’s a good man,” I tell her.

“I wouldn't know.” There’s sadness in those words, and now I really have questions.

I might’ve said it was none of my business, but now that I’ve witnessed this, I change my mind.

I’m about to ask her to clarify, but then Sherry strides back into the room. This time, holding plates. She doesn’t look at either of us.

“Time for dinner.” She places the two dishes in front of Josephine and myself before leaving, most likely to get her and Robert’s dinner.

“While this looks delicious, it’s not really what I’m in the mood for.”

I don't respond. Nothing good will come from talking to her. Not when she most likely is going to say something to drive me crazy.

“Don’t you want to know what I want?” she asks.

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