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Miles laughs. “Yeah, no shit. That’s why I’m asking you. Anyone else on the team and I’d have to worry that they’d try to sleep with her.”
The idea of Twyla and me in bed together is enough to keep me from responding to his comment. “Can we please get back to work now?”
He claps me on the shoulder. “Thanks again. Oh, and will you do me another favor?”
“You’re pushing it.”
“Keep an eye on her? Let me know if there’re any guys skulking around that I should know about.”
The corners of my mouth pinch together, and I nod. Just what I want to do—playdate and babysitter to the woman I’m doing my best to avoid, for both our sakes.
After we finish our drills, Coach tells us to head to lunch. I walk to the sidelines to grab a drink before going into the training facility to eat, and as I’m squirting water into my mouth, Miles steps up beside me.
“What now?” I set down the water bottle.
“I’m gonna go talk to Twyla about the gala, c’mon.” He nods in the direction she was sitting, which is empty. She’s now walking down the stands.
My gaze flicks back to meet his. “You mean she doesn’t know you hooked her up with a date? I assumed you’d already OK’d it with her.”
He waves off my concern. “It’ll be fine. She likes you.” Then he walks toward her.
I grumble and follow him. Great. What if Twyla doesn’t want to go with me? What if she’d rather go with any guy on the team other than me? I’m not an idiot, I know I’m not exactly Mr. Personality. But I don’t get any time to voice my concerns to Miles because before I know it, we’re standing in front of her.
Twyla’s wearing a pair of tight jeans and a casual white button-up shirt with white sneakers. Her hair is more wavy than curly today and she smiles at us as though she hasn’t a care in the world.
“Hey, guys. You must be beat. That’s a workout.” She wipes the sweat from her forehead.
“We still have a scrimmage this afternoon. You’re going to stick around, eat with us, and watch, right?”
She hems and haws. “I should probably get going. I have to feed Kiwi.” When Miles’s eyebrows draw down, she adds, “The cat I’m watching.”
“Right. Okay, well, listen, I talked to Chase, and he’s going to take you to the gala. Sorry, I have a date this year.”
Way to just throw it out there, Miles.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes widen, and she quickly turns to me. The expression reminds me of the deer’s eyes when I hit it on the highway back in high school.
“Try to contain your excitement,” I say.
“You had a good time whenever I’ve brought you and everyone’s going to be there.”
Miles doesn’t spell out the fact that he doesn’t want her sitting at home alone, but she’s not an idiot. She knows exactly why he’s setting up dates for her.
“You’re usually the one trying to sabotage my dates, not make them for me,” she says.
“Because this isn’t a real date; it’s with Chase.” He bops her on the end of her nose with his finger as though she’s a toddler, and she rolls her eyes.
I don’t know how she doesn’t get tired of his shit.
“So this woman you asked, is it serious?” she asks Miles.
“You sound like Mom. I’m gonna go eat. Give me a call later, all right?” He tugs her into his side and kisses the top of her head.
I can’t help but wonder what her hair smells like. In my experience, women have two kinds of scents: floral or berry. I wonder which one she is.
“Will do.” She smiles and watches him go, but as soon as he’s out of earshot, she faces me again, head angled to the side. “Chase, you don’t have to take me to the gala. It’s really nice that you agreed to as my brother’s friend, but I’m not going to impose on your night out. You should go with someone you’re into.”
I swallow hard. I can’t tell her Iwouldbe going with someone I’m into. That’s something she’ll never know. Something Miles will never know.
