The look on her face is begging me to argue with her, but instead I take the glass, brushing my hand against hers. “Yes, ma’am.”
Mia bites back a smile as she watches to ensure I only take a sip.
“Better?”
I could tell her it tastes the same, but with the way I have her attention, it makes it a million times better. “Alright, I’ll give you that. But this may take us a while to get through if we go at your pace.”
Mia rolls her eyes but picks up her glass and tips it to me. “I blocked off a couple hours for this so we’re good.”
That’s music to my fucking ears.
With another sip, Mia’s eyes go wide. “Oh, so, tell me, what did you find out about Tripp and Emma last night? Impress me with your gossiping skills.”
“Okay, listen, I tried my best, but believe it or not, I’m not actually good at being in everyone’s business.”
Mia waves me off. “Yeah, yeah, don’t care. Hit me with what you got.”
I chuckle, only slightly worried this might have me leaning a bit more to the friend-zone, but she looks so excited there’s no way I’m not about to play into this with her now.
“So, we know that Emma dated his brother in college?—”
“What? His brother?” Mia interrupts with a squeal.
I nod, taking another sip of the not-juice-not-wine drink. “That’s apparently how they met. Something to do with an art class project mix-up. My details aren’t really good on that one. And don’t ask me what happened with the brother either. I know Emma’s obviously not with him anymore, and Tripp never talks about him, so I’ll let you use your imagination there.”
Mia’s jaw drops like a kid walking into a candy store for the first time. “Shut up, and her dad is your guys’ coach, right?”
“Yeah, the Blues general manager.”
“And how does he feel about their ‘friendship’?”
“I can’t say I really know, but honestly, I don’t think he cares. He’s never given the impression that he’s against it, to my knowledge.”
“Probably because he sees what we all see,” Mia leans back in her chair with a huff. “How has no one said anything to them?”
“I think they have. The girls to Emma at least—you’ve met my sister, she’s not exactly subtle.”
Mia weighs her head back and forth. “Fair. I take it you have no clue how those conversations have gone?”
“Not a damn clue. I do have one last thing about it, though.”
That sparks something and she sits upright. “Well, go on…”
Shit, she’s going to love this. “Apparently, he hasn’tbeenwith anyone either since she started working with the Blues.”
“Oh, come on, are you serious?”
“That’s what I was told.” I shrug.
“But I’ve seen him try to pick up other girls before.”
“Ever see them leave with him?”
Mia narrows her eyes as she thinks. “Actually, no, I don’t think so.”
“He’d usually rope Beck into being his wingman and according to him—Tripp would talk so much about Emma that none of them went anywhere. Now, he just goes out with us and anything else is with Emma.”
“And yet they say they’re just friends—that’s such bullshit.” Mia falls back in her seat. “Nice job, that was definitely not boring information.”
