Page 103 of Forever Relentless

He looked down at his plate and back up. “No.” He gave a heavy sigh. “Fuck no. Shit.” He looked over to where Dante was talking to one of the other offensive linemen. “Do I need to confess?”

“Fuck no. Just never mention it.”

“It’s this place,” he grumbled. “It makes your thinking warped.”

“Yeah.”

Dante was walking back to us, and I was done. When he sat down, a chocolate chip cookie in his napkin, I pushed my seat back.

“I’m out. Got a call to make.”

“Tate okay?” Dustin asked, looking up.

Dustin had shown an interest since I’d told him about my brother. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll let you know if I need those miles.”

“Huh?” Dante looked between the two of us.

“You can tell him,” I allowed as I pushed my chair in. “Catch you later.”

I headed out of the cafeteria. Their bromance was suffocating at times, and at other times, I envied them.

I was already dialing her number. She answered on the third ring.

“What now?”

Her greeting made me smile. “Hello to you too. I wanted to know how it went with getting the car. I didn’t see you today on the field.”

There was silence.

“Briar?”

“Fuck.”

“You forgot to go get the car?” I held back my laugh.

“Fuckity fuck.”

“No one called you?” I asked her as I came to a stop. “From the assistance company?”

“I had a missed call from an unknown number . . .”

I waited, and when she didn’t say anything else, I started walking again. “You need to find out if they picked it up and where they took it.”

“Ugh, why didn’t they call Mason?”

“Because it’s your car?”

“Not helpful, Matthews.”

“Do you know the number to call?” I asked hesitantly. Dealing with Briar was a lot like dealing with Tate in some ways. No common sense.

“Yes.” She sniffed. “No?”

I shook my head in despair. “I have half an hour before class, where are you?”

“I’m at work.” I heard her moving. “I can meet you?” She could

“Great. Where?”