“There’s enough Big Fish to go around,” I joke.
This has her laughing, breaking the tension around her visit. I close the door and lean against it.
This fucking sucks. Right person, wrong time.
There’sa knock at my door. I forgot Evan was coming over to play video games, a normal Sunday activity if we aren’t playing. He’s brought a bag of bagels.
“Hey.” He nods as he enters my apartment. He goes straight to the kitchen and starts plating our food, then stills. “Did you have someone over this morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Is she still here?” he asks.
“No, but I need to talk to you about it.” My response earns me a brow raise, he’s intrigued. He continues to plate our bagels, and then we head to the living room where the console is set up. We settle on the sofa, and I take a huge bite of my salmon and cream cheese bagel. Evan does the same, and we eat in relative silence for a couple of bites until it gets too much for Evan.
“Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” That Russian accent is menacing.
“Something happened,” I tell him.
“No shit, you’re acting weird.” I glare at him. “Weirder than normal.”
“It was Collette who was here this morning.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head as if he doesn’t believe me or that he doesn’t want any part of knowing.
“It’s not that bad,” I tell him.
“Yes, it is. You do not sleep with a teammate’s sister. You know the rules,” he yells at me.
“I didn’t sleep with her,” I argue, defending myself.
“Huh.” His eyes narrow on. “You didn’t sleep with her?”
“I did kiss her a couple of times, and I may have slept over in her bed, so technically, I guess I did sleep with her.”
He sticks his fingers in his ears. “La la la la.”
“Fuck you. Come on, I need to talk to someone.”
He lets his hands fall. “I knew this would happen.”
“I like her,” I confess, he doesn’t look convinced. “No, Artem, I really like her.”
“Fuck.” He whistles.
“Yeah. Fuck.”
“Tell me,” he says, those dark eyes locked on me.
“It’s a long story.” Now I’m not so sure I want to share it with him.
“I have nowhere to be.”
“You might want to finish your bagel first,” I say, trying to buy me some time.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to choke.”