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“I don’t think it’s an act,” Gage counters.
Easton takes a sip of his water and nods. “He’s right. She’s like the Virgin Mary, I swear. Tessa said she doesn’t even curse unless she’s super pissed.”
I snort. Having seen the way she acted at the party last night, that bit of information doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. I’m just not sure if I find it ridiculous or endearing.
Stone gets a devious look on his face and leans forward with his elbows on the table. “What do you say, Knox? You up for the challenge?”
“What’d you have in mind?”
His brows raise. “Fifty bucks. Blow job. Picture for proof.”
I laugh, reaching my hand across the table to shake his. “You’re on, douchebag.”
Eason shakes his head. “Dude, you do know that if Tess finds out you’re making bets about her sister, she will literally kill you, right?”
“Well then, let’s make sure she doesn’t find out, okay, E?”
GRAYSON PULLS UP TO my house, looking nowhere near ready for what tonight entails. His button-down shirt and dress pants are definitely not training attire. I get into the car and eye him strangely.
“Okay, I know you may not be all there, but you know what we’re training for, correct?”
He rolls his eyes as he puts the car in drive. “Yes, asshole. We had our sports banquet tonight. I haven’t had time to change yet, so I’m stopping home on the way. Figured I’d pick you up first.”
Fucking lovely. I lay my head back against the seat and place my feet up on the dashboard, not giving a shit about his precious interior. “Next time, pick me up after you get ready.”
The drive to his house is quiet except for the low music coming from the speakers. I stare out the window and watch as he drives into the expensive side of town. Two story houses turn to McMansions, and when he pulls into the richest development within a twenty-mile radius, I can’t stop the humorless laugh from leaving my mouth.
Why am I not surprised?
Turning into his driveway, the house in front of us could fit about seven of mine. It’s fucking massive. Bigger than anything anyone actually needs, except for maybe a family of seventeen.
“I’ll be right back,” he tells me and hops out of the car.
I take out my phone and start to scroll through it, when movement in the rear-view mirror catches my eye. Someone is walking down the drive at a neighboring house. I squint as I try to figure out what’s so familiar about the girl until it finally clicks. Delaney. Of course, she lives here, too.
I watch her through the mirror. She looks naturally beautiful in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie—wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm as she walks to her mailbox. A part of me considers staying put, but the urge to get out and talk to her is too strong to resist. So, I slip out of the car and head across the street.
“Hey.”
The surprise on her face is evident. “Knox? What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for Grayson. I saw you out here and f
igured I’d come say hi.”
“How nice of you,” she deadpans then turns around to go back inside.
I throw my head back, laughing. “So, that’s it then? No more playing nice? One little spat was all it took to break you?”
“No.” She stops and spins to face me again. “I just don’t feel like dealing with someone like you right now.”
“Someone like me?”
She crosses her arms. “Rude. Arrogant. A pain in the butt.”
Butt. I do my best to conceal my amusement. Easton was right, she really is the Virgin fucking Mary.
“Look at you, making assumptions like you know me.”
