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“Do you want me to come over?”
“Uh, I kind of have plans to go somewhere. And Teague’s still passed out.”
“Well, okay. Fine. Will you tell him to call me when he wakes up?”
“Of course I will. I just called because I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it, Sebastian.”
I hang up and Selena is staring at me. “What?”
“Sebastian says they went out drinking after the training session, Teague must have gotten drunk and passed out at Sebastian’s place.”
“Well, so he’s fine.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t seem happy about it.”
“No…I mean…it’s not that. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just overthinking this whole thing. Never mind.”
“No, tell me.”
“I don’t know,” I say. “Sebastian sounded a little off.”
/> “Off?”
“I can’t explain. It’s just…I’d feel better if Teague called me himself.”
“If he doesn’t,” Selena says. “You know where Sebastian lives.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to do that. It makes me look a little obsessive.”
“Come on,” Selena says. “It will give me a reason to see Sebastian again!”
“You are shameless, Selena.”
“Thank you,” she grins as the breakfast arrives.
But suddenly, I’ve lost my appetite.
My sixth sense keeps saying there’s something going on and no matter how much I try to shove that thought, it still keeps rearing its ugly head and my head is filled with doubt. I tell myself that this is just a one-time thing. Teague must have been too drunk so he didn’t want to show up at my place. That’s understandable, right? I mean, I’ve known him for years and he’s never lied to me, not once. So I have no reason to doubt what Sebastian just said to me. But that nagging feeling doesn’t go away.
“What’s wrong, Mia?” Selena asks. “Are you still upset?”
“I’m fine,” I say, and force myself to smile and take a bite of the food.
I’m back to glancing repeatedly at my phone again, hoping Teague will call.
Keeping Secrets
HOLDEN
I’m putting on my shoes early that morning when I hear someone coming into my room. “Hi, Mom.” I straighten my pants and get up, take a final look in the mirror.
“You’re all dressed up,” Mom says. “Going somewhere?”
“I have a brunch meeting,” I say, cuffing my sleeves. “With a new client.”
