Page 66 of Playing By The Rules

“Yeah.” Ace nods, but doesn’t say anything else. His phone dings and he checks it quickly, typing out a one-word response, that familiar “whoosh” sounding, indicating he sent it.

“Well, what’s the message?”

“Um, he’s out in your parking lot right now and he wants you to go out to his car and talk to him.” Ace jerks his thumb over his shoulder to indicate that Cam is indeed waiting for me out there.

“Did you ride over with him?”

“I did. And he told me I had to walk back to my apartment.” Ace grins, as if he’s enjoying every minute of this. “I think you got the number one QB wrapped around your finger, Maguire.”

I step out of the apartment, pulling the front door shut behind me. “Doubtful. And why would he ask you to come to the door instead of him?”

“He didn’t want your roomies to know.” He says this so logically, as if that makes all the sense in the world.

“But you’re okay with showing your face to my roommates.”

“Not like they actually know me. Not yet.” He shrugs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark blue athletic shorts. “And who are they going to tell?”

True. This is all so silly. Like we’re playing some sort of spy game.

But it’s also thrilling, not gonna lie. Cam is waiting out in the parking lot for me.

He wanted to see me.

He came here by choice.

“Camden Fields shows up on your doorstep? That’s going to cause a scene,” Ace continues, shaking his head. “Can’t wait to get to that status someday.”

I hold up a finger, practically thrusting it in his face. “Give me a couple of minutes.”

“Want me to tell Cam that you’re going to be a few?”

“You’d do that for me?”

He nods. “For sure. You treat me way nicer than anyone else on the team, and that includes your brother.”

I roll my eyes, hating that my brother probably treats him terribly.

“Then please tell him. I’ll be out in…ten minutes.”

Ace beams. “Gotcha. I’ll let him know.”

He’s gone before I can say another word, running down the stairs that lead to the ground floor so quickly, he makes everything rattle, including my head.

But I have no time to worry about any of that. Instead, I dash inside the apartment, coming to a complete stop when I see Rita watching me, her arms crossed in front of her chest. There’s a suspicious look on her face and my brain scrambles to come up with something to tell her, because I know she’s gonna ask.

“Where are you going?”

See?

“Out with Ace,” I say weakly, hating that I’m lying.

“Really?” Her brows shoot up.

“We’re just friends.” I shrug. “He’s younger than me.”

“So? He’s hot as fuck.”

That…isn’t a lie. Not that I care.

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