Page 8 of Broken Hearts
Jeff sticks his head out, holding on to the doorframe. “We’re done in here. You guys can see her if you want. Although maybe keep a foot of distance in case she feels like repaying you for the shiner she’s going to have.
“You gave her a black eye?” Mav hoots with laughter as he and Adam walk in front of me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Carrie again. Just what I need. Another girl to yell at me today. Though, to be fair, at least two of them had good reasons.
“Sienna!” Mav calls, snapping my attention to the girl sitting on the trainer’s table. He envelops her in a hug. “Rhett didn’t say it was you, or I would have kicked his ass already.”
“I’m fine. A little banged up.” Her gaze finds mine. She’s holding an ice pack up to her eye, and another rests on her left thigh.
“You know each other?” I ask. Duh, obviously they do.
“Yeah, of course.” Mav takes a seat next to her on the table. “Sienna is my favorite yoga teacher.”
“You do yoga?” Adam asks him.
He scoffs like he’s offended. “You should see my plow pose.”
“No thanks,” Adam says.
Maverick nudges Sienna. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little sore.”
“I could still kick his ass for you, if you want.”
I glance between them trying to read the situation. Maverick is the friendliest guy I know. He’s never met a stranger and chats up anyone. He also hits on everyone, making it hard to tell when he’s really into a girl or just being his usual friendly self. For some reason, I’m hoping it’s the second in Sienna’s case.
My phone rings again. Damn, Carrie is getting persistent.
“That Carrie?” Adam asks as I silence it and put it back in my pocket.
“Yeah.”
“Another one of the girls you’ve tortured today or one you plan to torture later?” Sienna smiles sweetly.
I balk. The guys laugh.
“I like her,” Adam says.
“All right, closing up for the day. Get out of here so I can sleep easy knowing you knuckleheads aren’t injuring yourselves or anyone else.” Jeff turns off the lights on one side of the room.
Maverick stands and helps Sienna to her feet. She protests a lot less with him helping her, I notice.
“Did you drive or do you need a ride?” he asks her.
“I am fine. Honestly.”
She hobbles, favoring her left side.
“We’ll drop you at your dorm,” Mav says.
And that’s that. The four of us walk out to Adam’s Jeep. I climb into the back with her, and Mav sits up front.
“I’m really sorry.” I can’t think of anything else to say. Her left eye is starting to turn colors, and I feel like a damn asshole.
“You mentioned that.” She smiles ever so slightly. “I’ll live.”
I fall quiet. Mav peppers her with questions and fills us in on what a great yoga teacher she is and how she’s his favorite. I mostly tune him out and scope her out for the first time since we met.
