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“They could hustle more,” Pasha says, arms crossed and tilting back into what I think of as ‘gym teacher stance.’
“They need to connect better if they’re going to stand a chance against Miami in the finals,” Zeke agrees. “But they’re playing like they want this.”
“They’re playing like they want this.” Faye mimics her boyfriend, even copying his stance in her Portland sweatshirt, two blond ponytails poking out beneath a soft pink beanie.
Zeke eyes her. Faye eyes him. And then his face crumples into a grin and he throws himself around her waist, causing her to squeal.
“Get a room,” Lule says, throwing popcorn at them. Considering she’s standing directly next to Faye, it’s an easy target.
“They’re cute,” Ainsley says, smiling as she watches them.
I take a deep swig of my cider and sit down. It’s not that I have feelings for Zeke, I just always feel a little awkward when they’re adorable together. I dated Zeke for a couple of months last year. He ended it about the time I started to question how friendly his feelings were for Faye.
Strangely, it helped knowing that Faye is pretty much the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. When I found myself in need of an apartment with little notice, she sublet her room to me. Then Ainsley moved in, then Tansy, and now it’s like I have this wonderful, cozy, extended family.
“There’s Freddy,” Ainsley says, pointing down to the ice.
We wave, and his blue eyes flicker up. He nods his head in that ‘brah’ way guys do, his blond hair flipping out of his eyes. The man next to him catches the motion and looks up. I meet his gray-blue eyes and he doesn’t look away. Neither can I. My skin tingles as if my holding his gaze carries an intimate weight.
Then his eyes trail down the line of my friends, and he motions for Freddy to go into the locker room. But not before his eyes flicker up to meet mine once more. Then he’s gone.
“Holy eye fucking,” Ainsley says.
My cheeks flush hot and I curl down in my seat.
“Do you need a moist towelette, Meggy?” Lule says, digging through her purse.
“Don’t be gross, Lule,” Faye hisses, slapping her former boss. “But for real, I hope you used protection.”
“At least make that man buy you a nice dinner or something,” Tansy says, her drawl a little more pronounced, two lagers in.
“You guys are ridiculous,” I say, pressing my cold hands to my cheeks as if that will hide the blush.
“Who was that?” Ainsley asks.
“Pretty sure that’s the head coach?” Faye asks.
“The what coach?” Lule says, her eyes glittering.
“Baby,” Faye says, tapping Zeke on the arm. “Who’s the guy with the brown, wavy hair in the suit? Down there with Freddy?”
“Carroll?” Zeke asks.
“I don’t know,” Faye says.
“Was he tall?” Zeke asks.
Faye nods.
“With the icy blue eyes of a Siberian husky?” Pasha adds.
“Super hot?” Lule adds.
Faye nods again, a little too vigorously.
“Hey,” Zeke says, pushing out his bottom lip.
“Oh, come on. He is empirically attractive. And he was eye fucking our little Megsy.”
