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“Know what?” he asked, looking all innocent, but there was a wicked look in his eyes.
“Let me guess. Those clothes belonged to one of your old COs?” I asked, feeling a smirk tug at my lips, shocked I was even capable of it.
“I’m not saying they weren’t,” Coach said, trying to hold back a laugh. “But I’m not saying they were, either. You talk to him about this dark cloud yet?” Coach asked, waving over my head like there was one floating above me.
“Working on it,” Detroit said.
To that, Coach nodded, clapping Detroit on the shoulder, then walking away. He let out a big old laugh when he heard the cursing coming from the locker room before he disappeared around the corner of the building, though.
“Ah, excuse me,” a soft, female voice called, making both of us turn to find the girl from the front desk standing there with a drink in her hands.
She was a pretty blonde, all soft and sweet. Fit, but still with some curves in all the right places. Not my type, but gorgeous.
Everleigh.
We knew her from the gym, but also because we’d saved her sister a while back when she and Crow’s girl, Morgaine, had been kidnapped by Everleigh’s sister’s ex.
“What’s up, Ev?” Detroit asked.
“This is for you,” she said, passing me a blended drink from the juice bar. “It’s not a nice gesture, so don’t thank me,” she said, giving me a smile. “You’ve been working out too hard and I don’t want to have to fill out an incident report if you pass out. So… drink up,” she said, standing there, stubbornly waiting until I took a sip.
“Fuck, that’s disgusting,” I said, wincing at the bitter taste.
“Hey,” Detroit scolded, jerking his head toward Everleigh as if to say I was being rude and he didn’t want me hurting the girl’s feelings.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, giving Detroit a sly smile. “I made it gross on purpose.”
“The fuck for?” I asked, raking my tongue across the roof of my mouth, trying to wipe the taste off.
“Well, it’s because of you that I’m not allowed to play Taylor Swift anymore,” she said. “Which, obviously, is not cool of you.”
“When the fuck did I say…”
“You mumbled to Gav ‘the fuck is this shit’ on your way in,” she told me, and I vaguely remembered saying that.
“That’s it?”
I missed Detroit waving his hand across his throat in a ‘cut it out’ motion until it was too late.
“I’ve had a shitty day in a shitty week in a shitty month in a shitty year and all I wanted to do was listen to some happy pop music. Now I can’t. Gavblockedit. So the moral is… don’t be a dick. Good luck getting that taste out of your mouth. Morgaine told me it was going to hang around for a while,” she said, giving us a devilish smirk before walking off.
“Really?” I grumbled when I caught Detroit sneaking a discreet glance at her tight ass as she walked away. “She practically poisoned me and you’re checking her out?”
“I wasn’t checking anyone out,” Detroit lied.
He wasn’t usually much of a liar. But he also wasn’t usually someone who ogled women, either.
Detroit, as fucking foreign as this idea was to me, didn’t do casual. I mean, sure, he’d hooked up a couple of times over the years, but not like the other guys did.
And it wasn’t because he couldn’t get the women.
He just didn’t seem to want them.
He was, I dunno, traditional, or some shit. He wanted a wife, not a fuck-buddy.
“Yeah, okay,” I scoffed, tipping the drink again without thinking. “Why the fuck did I do that?” I hissed, getting up to throw the drink away, then swishing some water around in my mouth.
“Is this about Ny—“ Detroit started, making my stomach drop.
