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Gideon frowned as he shoved a bottle of sriracha in the cabinet above the microwave. “The fuck is wrong with you two?” he muttered as he balled up the grocery bag and shoved it under the sink.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Seth threw his head back and howled. “Look, man. I know you’ve got a thing for blondes, but, uh—I don’t swing that way.” He pulled his Reds ball cap off and sifted his fingers through his shaggy hair.
Heidi wrinkled her nose but kept her mouth shut.
I cut my eyes to Theo, who looked like he was about to laugh, too. What the hell was wrong with those two?
“Well?” I clipped, resting my ass against the edge of the kitchen island and crossing my arms over my chest. “You gonna spit it out or you gonna say what you’re gonna say?”
“I know you’ve been seeing someone, and you’ve been real tight-lipped about it because of what happened with that cheerleader—”
I tensed when he referred to Wren as that cheerleader. It’s what everyone called her and it fucking pissed me off. Yeah, she was a cheerleader for the Reds, but she deserved more respect than the derogatory way I heard guys talk about the Ladies in Red in the locker room.
I jerked my thumb at Seth. “What’s that got to do with Tinkerbell looking like he’s just won the fucking lottery?”
Theo blushed. The fucker actually blushed. “Uh, look man. I think you may have texted the group something that was meant for that girl you’ve been hiding from us.”
I went as pale as the bag of flour Heidi was holding.
Gideon scrambled for his phone, and Heidi peered around his elbow to see what Theo was talking about.
I pulled my own phone out, praying it was some kind of sick joke. I wouldn’t put it past Seth. He’d been trying to get under my skin all damn season.
My body went numb.
In the Core Four group text, I had sent the text I thought I’d sent to Wren. As if to add insult to injury, Wren had sent me another text after she’d finished her round of self-service pleasure and asked me to delete the photos in case anyone saw them.
Gideon nearly choked on his tongue. Heidi was less subtle, throwing her head back and letting out a rip-roaring laugh that was surprisingly big for her tiny frame.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I texted Wren. Squeezing my eyes shut. Thank God it wasn’t a dick pic. There would have been no returning from that.
Tatum: I’m at Gideon’s, and I fucked up.
Wren: What do you mean?
I screen-shotted the Core Four group text and sent it to her. Wren’s reply was instantaneous.
Wren: I’m going to crawl under a rock and die now. That was some serious imagery, big guy. Nice knowing you.
Tatum: I’m gonna have to tell them.
Wren: This is the ghost of Wren. Please leave a message at the beep.
Tatum: I’m serious, baby. I need to tell them.
Wren: What if they tell your coaches? Or the support staff? It will get back to the Ladies’ director, and I’ll be screwed.
It pissed me off that she had told her friend, Jewel, but she questioned if Gid and Theo could keep their traps shut. Then again, she’d never met them, and I hadn’t told them about her. I’d kept “my girl’s” identity a secret, citing the drama with “the cheerleader.”
I was such a dick.
Tatum: I trust them. Just prepare yourself for Heidi. She’s gonna be fucking ecstatic.
Wren: See you tonight?
Tatum: I’ll be there, beautiful. I love you.
Wren: Love you too.
