Page 94 of The Wrong Play

“Why are we whispering?” I whispered.

“Someone like that, you have to whisper about.” He shivered.

I blew out a breath as I did another set.

“First of all, who isshe?” Parker asked, sounding miffed because he didn’t know what was going on.

“The love of my life’s roommate,” I answered matter-of-factly, causing both of them to give me the side-eye.

Which was ridiculous honestly—at least on Parker’s part. While Matty was still in the “multiple vaginas, one dick club,” Parker was a bona fide rabid little love muffin, so wrapped up in Casey that I was pretty sure he wasn’t aware that other women even existed.

Just like me.

“The love of your life’spsychoroommate,” Matty corrected me.

“Potato, Puh-tat-oh,” I told him.

He ran a hand through his hair, his hand shaking a bit. “I was supposed to keep her occupied, right? So I figured, easy, just take her somewhere to eat, make small talk, distract her for a while, and then I’d bounce.”

“Good plan,” I said with a nod.

His eyes widened, a strange, crazy glint in his eyes as he stared up at me.

I stood my ground, because I wasn’t an idiot. When a wild bear is staring at you, you gotta stand your ground, or else it will eat you.

“It would have been a great plan, Thatcher, if you had answered your fucking phone and told me that you were going to be thereall night. I wasn’t going to let her in there with you while you were asleep. Who the hell knows what would have happened to you!”

“Huh, I don’t remember getting that text,” I mused, wondering if it had come during Riley’s and my little orgasm sesh.

Parker did another lunge. “Can we get to the point?”

“Sorry my spiraling is too much for you,” Matty growled.

I held in my snort as I racked the weight and pulled a protein bar out of my hoodie that I’d forgotten I’d put there.

“How can you have an appetite at a time like this?” Matty gasped like one of those olden day maidens right before they fainted.

“Pretty sure Jace pulls out cookies during sex,” Parker grunted, his face scrunched up as he sank down into another rep.

“That was one time,” I drawled. “And I’ll have you know, that an orgasm is much better with the taste of chocolate chip cookies in your mouth.”

“You got crumbs on her boobs,” Parker snarked.

“And then I got to lick them off,” I said with a grin, before I remembered I hated all other boobs and all other girls, and no one else existed anymore.

I was a born-again virgin starting from the moment I’d spotted Riley across that bar.

Matty made a strange, choking sound, and we both looked over at him concerned. His eyes were now bugging out a little bit, and there was a red color on his face that made him looka little like that Kool-Aid pitcher guy that Jagger used to be terrified of as a kid.

“She didn’t blink,” he choked out, even though I thought we had moved on and were talking about cookies now.

“That’s not possible,” Parker inserted helpfully as he started doing box jumps.

“I thought maybe I was imagining it, so I timed her. We were sitting in the common area, and she juststaredat me. For a full two minutes. Straight face. No reaction. Nothing.”

Parker grimaced. “Okay, that’s a little creepy.”

Matty snorted. “A little, he says. How about this? At one point, she started talking about dreams. Specifically, how she likes watching people sleep and then tries to guess what they’re dreaming about. Like it’s a hobby of hers.”

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