Page 60 of The Foul Out

Wren tipped her head, and the front of her reverse bob brushed her bare shoulders. “The newest addition to my overflowing closet.” She laughed. “And they go perfectly with this dress.”

“Are you not freezing?” The deep voice from behind me had me jumping.

As I turned, I saw the coach of the Revs standing, frowning at Wren’s long, bare legs. The short sleeveless dress, although stunning on Wren, was much more Miami than November in Boston.

Wren batted her eyes. “Don’t you know the expressionbeauty knows no pain, Daddy Wilson?”

His frown deepened as his eyes lifted to hers. “Mr. Wilson,” he corrected, but I could have sworn something flashed in his eyes before he schooled his features.

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, Mr. Wilson. You can buy me a drink for trying to kill my vibe.” She latched on to his arm and tugged him toward the bar, leaving me wondering what exactlywas going on between the young, stunning woman and the much older coach.

“Let’s go grab a drink for you too,” Zara insisted.

It sounded like a fantastic idea. But before we could move, my phone vibrated in the pocket of my leggings. I pulled it out, and when I caught sight of Jace’s name on the screen, my stomach sank. Crap. There was a good chance that the night was already over. I held a finger up, and when Zara nodded, I slid my thumb across my phone’s screen and held it to my ear.

“Hello?” Instantly, I realized there was no way I’d be able to hear anything he said, so I stepped away from the stage. “Jace?”

I walked toward the edge of the room, but between the music, the singing, and the chatter, I couldn’t make out his words.

“Hold on.” I slipped down the stairs and into a quieter hallway with black walls and dim lighting. “Hello?” I tried again.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Jace.” I sighed. He no longer had the right to ask that kind of question, but I wasn’t interested in arguing at the moment. “I told you I was going to Zara’s birthday party tonight.”

“That’s right. Friends with Revs royalty now,” he sneered. “I bet Bosco is there too. The kids haven’t stopped talking about him, by the way.”

“Great. Something you have in common, since you’re a fan. Piper would love to chat all about the Revs with you.”

He grunted.

Irritation flared inside me, but I tamped it down and kept my tone even as I asked, “So, is there a problem?”

A woman in a short dress slipped past me and sashayed toward a black door. Only then did I realize this small, dark hallway led to the bathrooms.

“Yeah, can you tell Piper that I ordered the right pizza? I’m putting you on speaker.” There was a rustle down the line, alittle fumbling, and the sound ofBlueyon the television in the background.

“Hey, Pipe. Daddy checked with me about the pizza. He ordered it from Gio’s.”

“Are you sure?” The nervousness in her voice made my heart squeeze. God, why couldn’t Jace figure his shit out and work on his relationship with her? If he did, then he’d know how to calm her.

“I am,” I promised. After a quick good-night to her and one to Sam, I ended the call and blew out a breath. He had things at least partially under control tonight. With any luck, it would be enough to keep them content until he dropped them off at ten tomorrow morning. That wasn’t always the case. Some nights they didn’t even get out the door of my apartment.

I slipped out of the hallway and turned for the stairs, but I had just planted my foot on the first step when I heard the familiar voice.

“Harper?”

Turning, I pasted a smile to my lips, even as unease tugged at my gut. “Trevor.”

He looked good in his dress shirt and fitted jeans, his baby blues sparkling and a big smile on his lips. But I wasn’t interested, and he wasn’t taking the hint.

“I wasn’t sure you’d really be here.” He smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah.” I pointed awkwardly over my shoulder. “My friend’s party is upstairs.”

“You know Zara Price?” A guy I’d never seen before butted into the conversation.

“Mitch.” Trevor frowned.

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