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She nods, her lips curving up on one side in a way I know spells trouble. “I found a shirt.” She turns to show me and I’m a little disappointed to find it does cover the majority of the marks I left on her last night. Her hair should be able to camouflage the rest that are peeking out.
“It’s not orange,” I can’t help but point out.
She gestures to a bag sitting in the corner of her room I hadn’t noticed before. “I bought a jersey from the student store.”
An unexplainable thrill rushes through me at her words. She’s barely bought anything to replace everything she lost, but she bought a jersey to support my team. “I’m excited to see you in it.” What guy doesn’t enjoy a gorgeous girl like Torryn in his number?
My name is called again, more irritation in Wells’ voice this time. “I’ll see you later,” I say, turning out of her room and rushing down the hall.
The rest of the day feels exactly like a game day should. My energy and mood are high, the team is moving with efficiency and synchronicity, the air around us buzzing with anticipation. The guys and I make our way back home, ready to eat again only to find several unfamiliar cars parked on our street.
“Torryn wasn’t leaving today, right?” Beau asks, moving to my side. Panic creeps down my spine as I let my gaze wander around the street, trying to find anyone out of place or anything that looks sketchy.
“She was doing homework and tutor prep all morning, or she was supposed to.” We didn’t ask Xander to keep an eye on her because we didn’t think she’d be leaving the safety of the house. I turn to Wells, but he already has his phone in his hands.
“Isla would have said something if they left,” he attempts to console, but he can’t hide the note of concern in his voice.
“Could be the neighbors,” James points out. “Game day parties.” Okay fair. But all of our steps are just a little bit faster as we hurry to the door.
Thankfully nothing looks out of place as we let ourselves in, but the relief is short lived as there’s no beep of the alarm going off with the door.
“I set the alarm,” Wells whispers in a rush. “Isla?”
“Tor?” We call out their names at the same moment, dropping our bags at the entryway, practically tripping over them as we run in the house, nearly mowing down Torryn in the process.
She arches a brow at the sight of our frazzled states. “You’re home.”
Relief crashes through me feeling almost as good as last night did, but the panic doesn’t just disappear, rather turninginto another heated emotion. “Why the fuck did you turn off the alarm?” I demand.
She clicks her tongue, eyeing me over my tone, but the fear I had for her is far greater than any fear I have over pissing her off.
“You promised to take it more seriously,” I accuse.
“Now, I know I raised you better than to take that tone with a woman,” another angry voice comes from behind Torryn and my heart seizes in my chest.
My eyes lift from Tor’s arms crossed over her chest, a small smirk on her face, to find my mom with disbelief and disappointment in her eyes as she points a wooden spoon in my direction. “Mom?”
That explains the alarm. My cheeks flush as my mom continues. “And where do you think you boys are dropping your bags? Is that where they belong?”
A chorus of, “No ma’am. Sorry ma’am,” sounds behind me, and I duck my head sheepishly, tucking tail with the rest of the guys to pick up our shit and put it where it does belong.
“That’s what I thought,” my mom says, and Torryn chuckles as she follows her back into the kitchen.
“Isla really should have given us a heads-up,” Beau grumbles.
“I hate when Mama Levine is mad at us,” James agrees.
Even Wells huffs his agreement. “Brat probably thought it was funny.” His eyes lock on mine. “You know they’ve been waiting to get ahold of embarrassing stories of both of us out of your family?”
I groan and Wells nods. “I was hoping to avoid it, but it’s probably too late.”
Beau snorts. “Did you not see Torryn’s satisfied smirk? She’s definitely heard some shit on both of you.”
I glare at him. “You think my mom doesn’t have embarrassing stories about you?”
Color drains from his face as I’m sure memories of times at my house flash through his mind. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Leading the way into the kitchen, I’m amazed we didn’t hear how loud my family is from outside. Even the noise from our Halloween party didn’t compare to the noise echoing through our house. Especially when eight sets of eyes land directly on me.
