Page 77 of Rebel Secrets
Jeez, was it written on my face that my mom’s call had flustered the hell out of me?
“Nothing happened.I’m fine.”I think I might have grimaced.“I mean, my mom called to tell me she’s visiting next week but…”
“Does she do that often?”
He had to know she didn’t.Then again, he didn’t really know me.
Except for all the things he’d learned about me the night we’d spent together.
“No, she doesn’t.”
“Do you want to see her?”
Did he really want to know the answer to that question or was he just making small talk?His expression gave me absolutely no clues to what he was thinking.But he’d asked the question so…
I shrugged.“I have a lot on my plate next week.Including the players’ lunches.Do you want to go over the menus?”
That seemed like a safe discussion, one that wasn’t so…personal.
“Your plate always seems a little too full.”
Did he actually sound concerned?
Now I did squirm, just a little.“I like to keep busy.”
He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.“Are we going to talk about what happened after the reception or are we just going to keep ignoring that it happened?”
Now my jaw dropped.Holy hell, that had come out of the blue.
I almost couldn’t believe he’d said anything at all.I honestly thought he’d want to forget it happened.
“Doyouwant to talk about it?”
His chin lifted slightly.“I think we probably should, yeah.”
“I’m not sure what we have to talk about.I mean, we both know what happened.We probably both had a little too much to drink and?—”
“I wasn’t drunk.Not by a longshot.”
Oh.“Umm…”
So that meant…what?
“Were you?”he asked.
Should I lie?That didn’t seem fair, not when he seemed to be laying it all out there for me to see.
“No.I mean…” I sighed.“No, I wasn’t.”
I’d known exactly what I was doing.And exactlywhoI was doing.And I’ d enjoyed every damn minute of it.
He nodded, like he’d known what I was going to say before I said it.And he probably had.
“So what now?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do we do now?”
