Page 34 of Play Maker

Now, so did I. “I’m not worried. Do you have coffee?”

Shaw scoffed. “Eva would never forgive us if we didn’t keep a stock for her.”

“She’s not in town,” I pointed out.

Adam pushed away from the wall and beckoned me forward. “I’ll show you. Feel free to grab whatever you want. We probably have breakfast stuff too.”

RJ snorted from her spot in front of the refrigerator. “Oh? Did you finally go grocery shopping?”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you guys insist on physically going to the store. We could get all our shit delivered.”

She sent him a sweet smile. “Then we wouldn’t be able to tease you when you forget. Every. Time.”

I swallowed a laugh, but Adam didn’t bother. He chuckled and shoved her out of the way so he could open the fridge. “We don’t have any caramel, but you can have Eva’s fancy cold coffees. Want some eggs?”

RJ eyed me with interest as Adam handed me a premade chilled latte. Not my usual, but I’d take it. “Thank you.”

He’d already started pulling out pans and breakfast foods, so I didn’t bother answering his question. I was getting fed whether I wanted it or not.

RJ sidled up next to me, leaning against the counter and stretching her long legs out in front of her. “So… what’s going on with you and Mac?”

He tossed a hand towel over his shoulder as he adjusted the heat on the stove. “I can hear you.”

“You chose not to answer my question earlier. Now it’s her turn.” RJ softened her words with a smile, but I didn’t feel entirely placated.

Normally, I’d blurt out the truth, probably too much of it, but Adam’s back stiffened slightly when she wasn’t looking. He cared what I said. For once, I chose my words deliberately.

“We’re friends—summer besties—but hopefully, also fall besties and all the rest of the season besties too.” From the corner of my vision, I watched him relax.

RJ’s smile widened. “It’s hard not to be besties with Mac.”

“It is. He’s helping me through some challenges, and I hope I’m doing the same.”

“About freaking time,” she muttered, taking a big bite of her banana. “Let me know if I can help too. Eva collects people like it’s her damn job, but she has impeccable taste. Mac, don’t eat my breakfast while I’m in the shower.”

“No promises. I’m not saving food while you and Shaw take your sweet time.”

RJ sent me a knowing look that I think was supposed to be a message about shower sex, so I nodded back even though I had no idea what in particular I was nodding about. Body language was hard.

“We’ll make it a quickie then,” she quipped and disappeared into the living room.

I joined Adam next to the stove. He cracked at least a dozen eggs into a bowl, and my brows shot up. “How many people are you feeding?”

“One normal person and four football players.” The front door slammed shut, and Adam leaned over to glance into the living room. “Three football players.”

The scent of bacon hit my nose and my stomach growled. “Is this a regular thing around here?”

He laughed. “Me cooking? No. I can do it under duress though. In this case, I lost a bet with RJ this morning so I’m on breakfast. Normally, I’d order in from somewhere, but she wanted homemade bacon and eggs. Weirdo.”

“Not quite Whataburger, is it?” I mused.

“See,” he pointed the spatula at me. “I knew you’d understand.”

Adam started humming a familiar tune under his breath, and I wanted to broach the subject of his music, the notebook. Eva never talked about Mac’s music other than his insistence on dragging everyone to karaoke. Why not?

In the end, I nudged his side and went with something simpler. “Thanks. For last night.”

He grinned. “Anytime, Sunshine.”

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