Page 293 of On His Team

I smack him in the chest.

He catches my hand, laughing, and doesn’t let it go. “Saturday.”

“What about Saturday?”

He looks down at me. “Dinner.”

I make a face. “We have dinner four times a week.”

“Not like that,” he says, and doesn’t explain what he means.

The guys pull his attention back, and I listen with a smile on my face.

On Saturday, Mara arrives with a bag and no invitation. I shoot a look at Lucy, and she shrugs at me.

Mara announces, “I’ve come to do your eyeliner.”

“You would remember I have a date,” I tease.

She scoffs. “You have not shut up about it.”

I look at her, and then I look at Lucy. “I’m excited.”

“He’s already your boyfriend,” Mara says, rolling her eyes.

“And I do my own eyeliner every day of my life.”

“And every day of your life it’s slightly different on each side,” Mara says. “Sit down.”

Lucy’s on my bed with her shoes off, eating my crackers, giving me company.

“Which one?” I ask, holding up four different tops.

Mara points. “The black.”

Lucy says, “The brown.”

“If you’re trying to get laid, go with the black,” Mara says.

I wear the white top. I put earrings in, which I haven’t done in months. I do the thing with my hair that takes twenty minutes and looks like it took none. Mara does my eyeliner and it’s even on both sides, which I’m never going to admit out loud. And then I stand in front of my own mirror feeling like an idiot, because it’s Rowan. I’ve seen him eat cereal standing up over a sink. He’s watched me fall down a set of stairs.

“The white top was a good choice,” Mara says. “You look hot. Ugh, I want a boyfriend. Where can I find one?”

“Next year, there’s going to be new guys at Hawthorne.”

She smiles. “You’re right.”

“You want a hockey player?” I laugh.

She scoffs. “Please, G. I would take an athlete any day.” She starts moving her hips. “They’re the only ones that have stamina.”

Lucy hides her face in the pillow, and I throw my head back and laugh.

There’s a knock that interrupts Mara’s story of making out with a hockey player from another team. We look at each other, and I make a face.

“Is he seriously knocking?” I ask.

He is.