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They had been kind enough to invite me out with the older players, and five beers in, I’d confessed all of my feelings for the gorgeous alpha whose scent felt like mine.
Dutch eyed me from where he was trimming his dark gold beard. “No. You sound more pathetically obsessed than he does, but not in a bad way.”
Nash smiled for the first time since leaving the shower.
“‘She’s just so pretty and I want her to step on me,’ sounds familiar?” he said, pitching his voice much higher than what mine actually was as he mimicked the drunk words that had tumbled out of my mouth last week.
“Shut up,” I grumbled, my face warming.
The two alphas shared twin chuckles.
Nash’s grin widened like he had a secret. “Well, kid, you’re in luck today. Don’t say we don’t ever do anything for you.”
I frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
Dutch’s beard twitched. “Just finish getting ready.”
I sped through the rest of my grooming and both Dutch and Nash were waiting for me once I finished.
We made our way through the locker room, waving bye to the guys who were still hanging around.
“Ciara is picking up a set of keys from us today,” Dutch explained as he opened the door to the locker room and we found the woman in question leaning against the wall with a bored expression as Richter talked at her.
At the sound of the doors opening, Ciara’s blinked, her eyes focusing on Dutch and Nash and then finally at me.
The same panicked expression she always got when she looked at me filled her face and I could almost read her thoughts screaming at her to run away.
Richter took one look at us and turned and hurried down the hallway, leaving the four of us alone.
“You didn’t actually need me to go to Thea’s old place to pick something up for her, did you?” Ciara growled, her head whipping over so that she could glare at Nash.
“Come on, Ceer, you should have known it was a trap.” Nash grinned and reached out to ruffle her hair, earning himself a slap. “You’ve got to talk to him at some point.”
“I much prefer tucking my tail and running,” Ciara mumbled, her eyes sliding over to me. For a moment I was afraid that I’d find disdain in their honeyed brown depths.
But instead I found the same thing I saw when we were in Scotland: attraction.
“That is so unlike you, our brave little sister,” Dutch teased.
Ciara’s lips pursed into a deep frown. “I’m tattling to Brynn. Good luck getting any sex tonight.”
The two alphas blanched as if they hadn’t considered that to be a possibility when they were scheming.
“Ceer—” Nash started but Ciara cut him off.
“Don’t ‘Ceer’ me, Nashtos. Now off with you. Apparently, I have to have a conversation that I wasn’t ready to have,” Ciara said, shooing them away.
They left, looking a little bit deflated. Ciara crossed her arms over her chest and shot me a look that was completely guarded, the earlier desire in her eyes gone completely.
“You wanted to talk, so talk.”
My mouth dried completely because Ciara wasn’t the only one who hadn’t been ready for this conversation.
How was I supposed to verbalize even a miniscule percentage of what I was thinking and feeling? How was I supposed to tell someone who clearly wasn’t looking for a relationship that we were scent matches?
So, instead of all of that, I offered her what I hoped was a friendly smile.
“How about we grab some coffee?”
