Page 91 of Ice Bet

Fine by me.

“Is that what Coach wanted to talk to you about? Staying home tonight because of Gray?” Ford asked.

Riley stood up. She was annoyed along with being all hot and bothered by my constant teasing.The perfect combo.

I shrugged. “He may have mentioned it.”

“Did my dad tell you to make sure I stayed put?”

He may have mentioned that as well.

I didn’t answer. I leaned back in my chair and stared up at her. She clicked her tongue and turned around, leaving me at the table alone. Where the hell did she think she was going?

“Are you coming?” Sutton asked, moving her gaze back and forth between me and Riley.

I squinted one eye from across the room and thought,Don’t you dare.

A ghost of a smile raced across her mouth. “I’ll think about it.” Then she walked out the door, knowing I wouldn’t chase after her in front of everyone.

Ford gripped my sore trap and bent down beside my ear before following after everyone. “Careful.”

He was one to talk. I saw the way he looked at Emory’s little sister. He wasn’t fooling me.

When I was alone, I quickly stood up and snatched my phone. I rarely texted her because I wasn’t stupid enough to leave proof behind, but I pulled open my texts and typed the name Duster.

Me: You better be in your apartment, Riley.

The temperature of the fridge did nothing to cool me down. I popped open the top of a beer and swallowed a bitter mouthful when my phone pinged.

Duster: Or what?

The things that went through my head were sinful. My heart was pounding, and the beer can crumpled in my grasp. Did she think I was playing with her?

Me: Come over here and see.

My beer was empty faster than I meant for it to be. Sweat prickled at the back of my neck. I ripped off my hoodie and threw it onto the couch.

Duster: Sorry, I was told to stay put.

I dropped my head and laughed. She was so stubborn.

Me: Get over here right now, and I swear to God, if you say, “Or what?” I will break down your door.

My phone rang three seconds after I hit send. I made her wait until the last second, and then I finally answered. Her pretty face appeared, and I made sure to look at her surroundings before saying anything.

“You’re lucky I can tell you’re home.”

Her eyebrows raised. “I’m lucky?” The gloss of her lips caught my eye as she smiled. “I’m not afraid of you.”

I hummed, dropping my gaze down and seeing that she was still wearing my jersey. “You should be if you continue acting like that with my jersey on.”

“I can always take it off,” she replied.

I followed her movements like a lovesick puppy as she walked through her apartment, finally stopping as she made herself comfortable on the couch.

“I don’t know why you’re sitting down.”

She acted confused by batting her eyelashes. I knew she was fucking with my head. She was so good at it, and she knew it.

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