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“He's good though, right?”
She stares at me, processing my sentence as if it’s hard to digest.
“Yeah.”
“Want to tell me what happened?”
Her eyes drop to the floor. “It's complicated.”
I stick my hand through the crack in the door, touching the tip of her chin and tipping her head up to face me.That chin’s gotta stay up, babe.
“I know. So, do you want to tell me what happened?” I reiterate.
Her eyes fix on mine, and it's almost as if it's as overwhelming for her as it is for me.
“What always happens.” She shrugs, shedding her steel facade. “Colin can't handle certain changes. He's hyper-sensitive to them. I knew bringing him to a loud, chaotic game just wouldn’t work with the way his day was going.”
“Okay,” I whisper, nodding. “I'm sorry he had a bad day.”
She simply shrugs it off again.
“But don't feel like you can't tell me that,” I state, leaning forward more, so our faces are both close to the crack in the door. “You can tell me these things. I want to learn more. I want to know more about you and him and what your life looks like from the inside.”
Her amber eyes harden on me.
“What are you doing here, Lake?” she asks suddenly, sounding frustrated.
I tip my forehead on the door, staring at her through my lashes, our faces close but still separated by this locked door. “I came to see my girl.”
She shakes her head once. “Don't say stuff you don't mean.”
My brows lower, and I frown.
“I mean it, D,” I whisper, my voice husky as I look at her lips and back before licking my own. “You're my girl.”
I see the walls behind her eyes. She doesn't want to let me in. Doesn't want me to cross that line we talked about. I'm making her entirely uncomfortable.Simple. Keep this simple, Lake.
“Well, anyway, the guys asked me to head down to the pub. They're all grabbing a few celebratory drinks tonight since we don't have practice until Tuesday. Guess I'll just head on over…”
I linger at the door for another second, wishing she'd stop me. Hoping she'd tell me to stay here with her instead. To let me in. But she doesn't.
Someone else does.
“Lake Decker?!” I hear from behind the door.
Dylan's eyes round and she's barely able to remove her head before someone pushes the door shut in my face. The chain lock rattles violently against the door as it reopens, and an older woman appears beside her. She's probably in her early forties, with a short, curvy body. Her thick, dark hair is wrapped up in a large bun, and she wears a wide, toothy smile that lights up her entire face.
“Oh my God!” She looks back at Dylan, eyes illuminating with excitement, before peering back at me. “What are you doing here?!”
“He was just—”
“Just stopped by to confirm my session tomorrow,” I interrupt, trying to help. “Heading to meet some of the team at O'Leary's Pub just down the—”
“She's coming,” the woman interrupts.
“What?” Dylan and I both answer, hers sounding a little more perturbed.
The woman nods aggressively. “Oh, yeah.” She stares at me. “She's coming with you. Colin is sleeping. I'll stay here with him, and you…” she scoffs, eyeing Dylan from toe to head. “Well, you need a night out,” she says pointedly.
