Page 54 of Never Date A Player
Jogging on tiptoes in my heels to keep up, I wave good-bye.
“Tyler, what the hell?” I say after we exit the boathouse.
He doesn’t answer, but he slows his pace until we reach the car. He unlocks the doors, then hands me the keys. It takes me a minute to adjust the mirrors and figure out what I’m doing. It’s a good thing I’ve driven his car before, because it’s about thirty years old and not easy to maneuver.
I pull onto the highway and shift until we’re at cruising speed. Tyler looks out the window, tension radiating off him. Those shots did nothing to loosen him up. “Tyler, what is wrong?” He doesn’t answer me, and now I’m getting pissed. “Do you know Mira, or something?”
He squeezes his thigh above the knee. “I know her.”
“Okay, ’cause it seemed like you guys were angry at each other.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as if he swallowed something large. “There’s nothing to be angry about. I just don’t like her.”
Tyler’s pretty easygoing when it comes to women, easy being the operative word. According to Cali, he’s a manwhore. The way he acted with Nessa tonight, all flirty and fun, is how I’ve seen him the few times we’ve hung out. This anger at Mira doesn’t fit. “So, what did she do to make you hate her?”
He looks over, annoyed. “I don’t hate her—and it’s not worth talking about.”
“I don’t blame you for not liking Mira. She puts people off sometimes, but did she do something specific?” Even considering how Lewis helped Mira when she was young, her obsession with him is unnatural. Has she had this kind of obsession before? With Tyler?
“I didn’t say she did anything. We just—we knew each other in high school.”
Interesting. I got the sense Mira didn’t interact with people outside her circle. “So, you don’t hate her. She hasn’t done anything. But you don’t like her—and you knew her in high school… Exactly how well did you know her?”
His shoulders tense, his jaw clenching. “I’m not getting into this. Drop it, okay?”
I shake my head, exasperated. This brother stuff is more of a pain than it’s worth. “I guess.”
But I don’t believe for one second there’s nothing between Mira and Tyler. Seems like there is a lot between them none of us know about.
Chapter Eighteen
Lewis calls the next day—morning, to be exact.
“Ellow?”
A deep chuckle rumbles on the other end of my cell phone. “Gen?”
I sit up and swipe hair out of my mouth. “Yes?” I check the time. Seven. What the…?
“Are you awake?”
I rub my face and try to get my eyelids to fully open. “Sort of.”
“Okay, well, I thought we could get an early start training.”
“You want me to train at seven in the morning?”
“Is that a problem?”
I let out a deep, guttural sigh. He’s doing this for me, I remind myself. “My brain doesn’t function very well at this hour.”
“That’s okay. All I need are your legs. And your arms.”
I slip into a prone position and prop my head on my elbow to stay awake. “For?”
“Swimming.”
Oh, I don’t like the sound of that. “Where?” I ask slowly.
