Page 47 of Then There Was You

An hour later, I’m showered, dressed, and packing the last of my stuff into an overnight bag when my phone chimes with a message.

Paisley: We’re here.

Me: I’ll be right down.

Not knowing if we’re going to any kind of after-game party, I throw in an electric-blue pencil dress and some heeled pumps, just in case. I don’t want to be underdressed if we end up in a bar or a club. Grabbing my purse, I zip up the case before heading downstairs. Eden isn’t open yet, but Ryder’s behind the bar.

“Hey, Taylor. Off somewhere nice?” he asks when he sees my bag.

“Phoenix, to watch Wyatt play.”

“Nice! Have a great time. I’ll let you out.” I follow him to the entrance and wait while he unlocks the door.

“Thanks, Ryder.”

“See you later.”

When I get out onto the sidewalk, Nash’s truck is parked across the street. I can see Nash in the driver’s seat, and I raise my hand in a wave. He climbs out when he sees me, brushing a kiss on my cheek. He takes my bag from me, and I open the back door, surprised to see Seb on the back seat.

“Oh, hi. I didn’t know you were coming.”

He scoots across the seat so I can climb in. “Not disappointed, I hope?”

“Of course not. Paisley just never said, that’s all.”

I meet Paisley’s eye as she turns in her seat and flashes me a grin. Clearly, she had no intention of telling me Seb was coming. After she found out we slept together a couple of weeks ago, she kept her promise not to ask me about it that morning, but she’s tried multiple times since then. I ended up telling her he was the best I’d ever had, which wasn’t a lie. I assured her we were friends and nothing more, though. It was the truth, even if I wish it wasn’t.

“How are you feeling now?” Seb asks as Nash pulls away from Eden.

“I’m good, thanks. Until next time, anyway.”

I grimace and he gives me a small smile. “You should speak to Cade. There might be something he can give you.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Did the Google suggestion help?”

“Google?” I ask, frowning in confusion.

He leans across the back seat. “An orgasm. Did it help with the cramps?”

“Oh,” I mutter, heat flooding my cheeks. “It might have.”

His heated eyes widen, and he grins. I hold his gaze, wondering what he’s thinking. Paisley starts singing loudly to the song playing on the radio, pulling me from my Seb haze. She’s not a good singer, and Nash laughs from the driver’s seat.

“Sorry about the in-truck entertainment.”

“Hey!” Paisley exclaims from beside him. “My singing is not that bad!”

“Baby, I love your singing,” Nash says.

“Sounds like it.”

He reaches his hand over and tangles his fingers with hers. He leans over and whispers something in her ear, her cheeks flushing pink. She smiles and brushes a kiss on his jaw.

“Looks like he’s managed to dig himself out of the hole he fell into with that comment,” I mutter to Seb, gesturing with my head to the front of the truck.

“Yeah, looks like it. He was right, though. Her singing sucks,” he whispers.

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