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“Easy for you to say.”
Aaron and Cole came jogging out of the building. “Hey, that was some intense shit back there. You good?” Aaron asked me, and I nodded.
“Listen, I don’t know what you have planned, but we’re heading to my house if you want to come and hang?”
I glanced at Bryan and Gav. They both shrugged, leaving the decision up to me.
“No pressure, man,” Aaron added. “I have a pretty sweet setup though. My sister calls it the den, but it’s just an old shed my dad let me convert into a place to hang out.”
“Sounds cool.”
“I should probably warn you though, my dad is best friends with Coach Ford.”
“Will Coach Ford be there?” I asked.
“No.” Aaron chuckled. “It’s safe.”
“Then let’s go.”
* * *
I followedAaron to a big sprawling house on the edge of Rixon right by the Susquehanna River. A lot of the kids in Rixon East lived in similar houses. I always teased Bryan about his parents’ mansion, but this was something else.
“Dude, Bennet is rich.” Bryan let out a low whistle as we climbed out of my car and approached Aaron and Cole.
“Nice place,” I said.
“Yeah, it’s okay.” His lips quirked but not in a conceited way.
I liked the guy. He was only a junior, but there was something about him. He was levelheaded and kept his cool on the field, and he didn’t kiss Monroe’s ass like the majority of the team.
“Come on.”
We followed him around back, passing a double garage, and slipped through a gate secured with a keypad.
“You guys want drinks? Snacks?”
“Hell yeah,” Bryan and Gav high-fived.
The yard was huge, complete with a swimming pool, and the shed Aaron had talked about. There was a wooden gazebo housing a grill and garden furniture, and a treehouse at the other end of the yard.
“Me and my sister used to hang out there all the time when we were kids.” Aaron noticed me staring.
“Twins, right?” I’d heard the guys talking about it.
“Yeah. And that,”—he pointed toward a tall guy heading toward the woods edging their yard—“is our foster brother Ezra. But he keeps to himself.” A strange expression washed over him.
“He goes to our school?” I hadn’t noticed him around.
“Yeah, he’s a senior. But he’s going through some stuff. Come on.” Aaron motioned to the kitchen door, and we all filed into the Bennet’s house.
“Mom usually keeps the refrigerator and cabinets stocked.” He began rifling through the shelves. “Bingo.”
“Aaron is that—oh, you’re not Aaron,” his sister frowned at me. “Kaiden Thatcher? You broughtKaiden Thatcherto our house?”
“Relax, Sis. We’re going to hang out in the den.”
“Does Dad know you’re—”
