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I’d rather Finn didn’t get involved and I don’t need Harrison’s support, but I do enjoy the spasm of unease that crosses Travis’s face.
Evidently, he doesn’t like even numbers.
“Seriously, Thomas?” Travis says. The betrayed look he aims Finn’s way is ridiculously exaggerated. “Richmond plays dirty.”
“Wewin,” I reply. Knowing it won’t deescalate the situation but also unable to resist the jab.
We’re undefeated against Arlington.
I regret baiting him when Cassia walks into the kitchen with Brooks.
“Your first scrimmage is against Lincoln, right?” Travis asks me.
I nod, my attention torn between him and Cassia and trying to hide it. Finn spots her too, tensing beside me.
Travis is also looking Cassia’s way now. But it has nothing to do with me. He didn’t catch my reaction. He’s just checking her out.
“Hey, gorgeous. Can I get you a drink?”
Cassia glances his way. Holds her cup up. “I’m all set.”
Her tone is polite, but firm.
“Let me get you a drink.”
I have no idea what Travis is angling at. If he’s trying to bow out of the conflict while preserving his pride. If he’s trying to show off his subpar seduction skills.
I’d rather not escalate the situation, especially after the scene with Nelson earlier. No matter what Cassia said, I’m sure it rattled her.
But when Travis takes a step toward her, my control snaps.
“She’s not interested.”
“Let her talk for herself, Adams.”
“Actually, he’s right,” Cassia says. “I’m not interested.”
Travis’s eyes dart between us, and I see the moment it clicks. “I thought you looked familiar. You could do a lot better than Adams, gorgeous.”
I walk forward, ensuring I’m a barrier between Cassia and the dick who’s incapable of shutting his mouth.
He’s in good shape, but I’ve got a few inches and a lot of muscle on Travis. He likes to talk trash on the court, but he’s never been able to follow through on it there. My gut is he won’t now either, but I’m not willing to risk Cassia ending up in the crossfire.
“Keep talking, Dennis. I dare you.”
“You won’t do shit.” Travis’s voice is confident, but I catch his quick glance around the room.
We’re attracting a lot of attention. And maybe this is “his campus,” but I’m friendly with plenty of Finn’s frat brothers. I don’t think he has the home court advantage that he’s acting like he does.
I shrug, purposefully indifferent. “Wanna find out?”
He doesn’t.
I know he’ll walk away as soon as he looks away, breaking eye contact. And he does, shaking his head like I’m not worth his time before disappearing into the next room with his buddies.
Finn exhales. “Way to keep things interesting.”
I smirk. “One thing I’m always good for.”
