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We never even started our tutoring session. All I did was ask him questions I shouldn’t want answers to.
There’s no sign of Aidan, which I’m relieved about.
I feel guilty for just taking off, but staying feels impossible. I can’t talk to him right now.
And not tutoring him isn’t even the least professional thing I’ve done tonight.
I leave the assignment for the next week on the table next to his textbook before practically sprinting toward the stairwell.
Maybe running down the ten flights will help clear my head.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AIDAN
Hunter is waiting by the front door when I walk downstairs, his hockey bag slung over one shoulder and a knit hat pulled down low over his ears.
“Where’s Hart?” I ask. The plan was for the three of us to carpool together.
He raises one eyebrow. “Where do you think? Harlow’s.”
“Jesus. Guy deserves a getting laid trophy.” I grab my Holt Hockey jacket from the kitchen, pull it on, then follow Hunter outside.
“Maybe you should offer him the one on your shelf,” he suggests.
I flip him off. Then say, “I don’t havethatmuch sex,” for some unknown reason.
Morgan snorts as we climb into my truck. “Words I never thought I’d hear you say.”
“And so what if I do? I’m single.”
“Phillips, you’re having this conversation with yourself. I don’t need or want to discuss your sex life.”
I back out of the driveway, then start driving toward the rink.
Our first playoff game is tonight. It’s away, but not far. Only about an hour’s drive.
And one we’ll likely win.
But if we don’t…it’s all over.
“Been meaning to ask, how was your weekend?” Hunter asks.
We’ve both been crazy busy this week, and Conor has been totally absent. Since the start of the semester, we haven’t hung out, just the three of us, once. And I’ve barely seen either of my best friends since returning from LA on Sunday.
I shrug. “Wasn’t great. Whatever.”
I know Conor has a complicated relationship with his dad. A close one with his mom.
Hunter is more of a mystery. His dad came for the winter sports banquet a few weeks ago, but Hunter has never mentioned his mom, so I have no clue what the story is there.
“Was quiet around here without you,” he tells me.
I grin. “Aw. Did you miss me, Morgan?”
“No. It was peaceful.”
I roll my eyes. Drive another block. We’re almost to the rink.
