Page 53 of False Play
He quirked an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. “I know she’s typically busy with work, but I thought she would make an exception and watch your game now that she’s your girlfriend and all.”
Oh. Oh, Fuck. I hadn’t thought about that.
“I’m not exactly playing, though,” I said in an attempt to deflect.
“So? She’s your girlfriend. She should be able to take a few minutes to support you.”
“I’m sure she was around. You know her, always working.” My laugh was weak, I hoped he didn’t see through it.
He fixed me with a stare that made me take a hard gulp. “I hope you’re not scheming anything, Anderson.”
I could physically feel my face paling, but somehow, I managed to play it off. “We’re not scheming anything, I promise.” The lie tasted bitter in my mouth. Coach was the closest thing I had to a father figure these days, and lying to him felt like shit. But protecting Kennedy was more pressing to me.
“Okay, then.” He gave me a skeptical nod.
I nodded quickly, grateful the conversation was over. Once he was out of the room, I grabbed my phone and shot Kennedy a text.
Me
Hey.
Kenny
Who’s this?
Me
You don’t have your boyfriend’s number saved? Ouch. That hurts, Jonesy.
Kenny
Oh. You. What do you want?
Me
Are you at the arena?
Kenny
Obviously. Why?
Me
Coach was asking me why you weren’t watching the game.
Kenny
You’re not even playing, and I was busy. Did he forget I have a job to do?
Me
Don’t shoot the messenger. I think he’s onto us.
Kenny
How can he be onto us when we’ve only been seen in public once?
Me
