Page 40 of Catch Me
“You never spill.”
“That’s because there’s nothing to spill,” I said with a laugh.
“Does the dating scene suck here?”
“No. At least, I don’t think so. I just don’t actively look for relationships. It’s not high on my list of important things in my life.”
“What’s number one?”
“Equality, obviously.”
He smiled. “Noble. Maybe it’d be easier to fight the fight with someone at your side.”
“It’s me and Tessa against the world.”
As if to emphasize my point, she barked from across the field. Sam was playing with her, running back and forth, then trying to fake her out. She looked crazed right now. Hopefully, she’d sleep good tonight and not wake me up at five in the morning, but I doubted that was possible.
“I saw your LIVE a couple days ago,” Vince noted.
“Did you?”
I tried not to let that worry me. We were friends, so I wasn’t concerned about him, but not everybody on the team was cool with me. We got along as teammates. There were a couple who didn’t like the way I spoke out about things online. If the public relations assholes didn’t see my videos, I was sure those guys would tell them everything.
There was nothing wrong with my LIVE the other day. I’d gone by the book and didn’t make any statements. It still worried me after all the things Pete said.
“Your friends are interesting,” Vince went on.
“They sure are.”
“Have you made any headway with that campaign?”
“I’m trying, but...” I looked around, then moved closer to him and dropped my voice. “They’re not letting me do much anymore.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. We’re in Georgia and they don’t want me taking political stances, as they put it. God forbid I want to save kids the traumas a lot of us went through.”
“I’m sorry, man. Hey, what if the whole team jumped on board? What are they gonna do?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Nah, I wouldn’t want anyone else to put themselves at risk. Besides, most of them don’t care enough to publicly speak out like that.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“We should break for lunch. I think he wants to do you after he’s finished with Mikey.”
“Yay,” he said without enthusiasm.
I jogged over to Roman and was going to touch his shoulder, but I moved into his line of sight instead. Today, his sleeves were rolled up while he worked, which showcased extensive tattoos on his forearms. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d designed them himself.
He looked up at me, then returned his attention to his tablet.
We’d barely interacted yesterday, and when we had, he’d been dismissive or snappy. I wasn’t sure if my question the night before had upset him that much or if his briefly cordial attitude was an outlier.
“I’m heading out to grab lunch. You want anything?”
When he ignored me, I considered kicking him in the shin. Like me, hate me, I didn’t give a shit, but I was offering food. All he had to do was say yes or no.
Since he didn’t want to use words, I decided to make my way off the field. I verified with Mikey that he’d be here so I could leave Tessa, then I told him to tell everyone that I’d bring food for all of them. There weren’t many people here, but some were interested in observing the new project.
