Page 38 of Broken Hearts
“I don’t know,” I admit. “It would be easier if I did.”
“And way less fun.” She pulls her hair back into a low ponytail. “I don’t think he’s this player you’re making him out to be. Nothing I’ve heard about him backs it up. Seriously, I don’t know a single person who has hooked up with him, and I’ve been asking around.”
“You have?” A smile tugs at my lips, partly in relief and partly because it’s just like Josie to dig for dirt without my asking.
“I might have been poking for my own purposes. There are some seriously cute guys on the team that I needed more information on, but, yes, I asked around.” She shrugs. “If he’s hooking up with an endless stream of chicks, they’re not talking about it.”
My phone pings and I glance down to see Rhett’s face in a sweaty selfie with Maverick. They must have taken it just after the game because I can see lockers in the background and they’re in a state of being half undressed. They’re smiles are giant, though, and I feel a new surge of excitement for them. Laughing, I hold the screen out for Josie to see.
“Your smile is as big as his, friend. No matter your reservations, you like him.”
“You’re right. I like him. I do.”
“But?”
“I just hope he doesn’t crush me.”
“I think you have to go for it. If you do and he breaks your heart, then you’ve got me to pet your hair and tell you how wonderful you are.”
I snort laugh.
“I would! I would do whatever I had to until you were over him. But if you don’t see where this could go, you’ll regret it, and I can’t fix that one so easily.”
12
Sienna
After my Tuesday afternoon yoga class leaves, I turn on my own music to do some fun poses and basically just play around a little before I go back to my dorm room. I place my hands on the floor and go up into a handstand. I’m upside down when he walks into the studio.
I wobble and bring a leg down, then the other to stand upright. “Hey.”
“You made that look too easy.”
My stomach dips at the sight of Rhett. He’s in his blue Valley hockey T-shirt and jeans, with a white Bruins hat low on his eyes.
“You’re back.”
“Got in about twenty minutes ago.”
“You just missed yoga class.”
“Thank god.” He laughs softly. “Are you teaching another one this afternoon?”
“No, I was just messing around a little.”
“Don’t let me interrupt.” He drops to the floor next to the wall and leans his back against it.
“Oh no, you have to participate or I’ll feel awkward.”
He kicks off his shoes and goes up into a handstand. His shirt rides up giving me a view of his chest and abs. He walks around the room on his hands, circling the entire perimeter before jumping back to his feet in front of me.
“Not bad.” I think for a second. “What about this one?”
I go into crow’s pose and hold it for a few seconds.
He looks apprehensive, so I come out of it. “It isn’t that hard.”
“Oh no, I’m not making that mistake again. I ate my words last time I had that thought about yoga.”
