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My phone vibrates on the coffee table, and I grab it to see that it’s Tristan.
Tristan:
Where are you?
Me:
My place. Everything alright?
Tristan:
Not fucking at all. I will explain when I get there.
Me:
See you when you do.
“Hey, you’ve got that look on your face,” Kayce says as he comes back into the room.
“Huh? What look?”
He frowns. “That thinking hard and concerned look. Your face gets all scrunchy and wrinkly. It’s not cute. And you are way more handsomer than that.”
I throw a throw pillow at him that he catches. “Asshole. ‘Handsomer’ isn’t a word, you idiot. Besides, Tristan messaged me. Something is up, and he’s on his way over.”
“Did he say what it was?”
“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’ as I speak.
“Ah. Okay, so then more fun. Awesome. We need more bullshit in our lives. Should we get Cam here?” Kayce picks up his phone, preparing to text him.
I hold up my hand. “No. Let him be for now. I’m still pissed at him for his attitude lately. We can fill him in once we talk to Tristan.”
“You two need to work that shit out. Both of you are grown ass adults who are letting a woman get between you. Now, I get it, Raelyn is fucking special. To all of us. Well, except for Cam, but you need to fix that issue between you two. It’s starting to affect the team.”
I nod. “Yeah, I know. But he needs to come to an understanding that I am not going to abandon Raelyn until she is stable enough on her own. She went through something horrific. Unless she tells me to back off, I’m going to be there for her.”
“I get that. I feel the same. But he is really angry about something. Talk to him. Find out what is bothering him. God only knows what he’s mad about. Maybe he’s jealous?”
I scoff. “Of what?”
“Dude, I don’t know. You two need to have girls’ night and kiss and make up.”
I roll my eyes and throw another pillow at him which he easily dodges. “Whatever. He needs to apologize to Rae for his behavior,” I grumble.
“And I’m sure he will. But you two need to work in tandem with each other, and right now, you two are completely workingagainsteach other. That won’t fare well with the team dynamic or on the field.”
Before I can answer, I hear the telling footsteps of someone coming up the stairs. Tristan comes into view, and I can see the stress and worry etched on his face.
“Hey, you okay, man?” Kayce asks Tristan, furrowing his brows.
“No. Not even close. I, uh, need to talk to you two. Well, all of you, but we can start with you two.” Tristan runs a hand downhis face. I hear another set of footsteps coming up the stairs, and I half expect it to be Cam, but it’s Asher.
“Hey, how is Raelyn?” Asher looks around the room, his eyes instantly narrowing at the three of us. “What’s going on?”
“She’s fine, but Tristan here was just about to share with the class something that seems to be bothering him.” Kayce smiles.
“Sit,” Tristan tells Asher, ignoring Kayce.