“I’ll be right there,” Isaac growls.
I glance over his shoulder and see Tyson shake his head as he whispers something to Carter. They both laugh then leave the office.
“You bettergo,” I tell him.
“The bus won’t leave me.”
I laugh at his confidence. The bus might not leave him, but the coaches are going to have his ass if he holds them up.
“See ya,” he says with one more wink then turns to Hope. “Have a good weekend.”
“You two make such a cute couple.” Hope’s eyes go wide as soon as the words leave her mouth. Isaac freezes a few steps from the door and my stomach drops. Shit. Fuck. Damn. This is bad. Really bad. Worse than when she called me out a couple of weeks ago.
“What did you say?” Isaac asks in an eerily calm voice. His face is full of anger and rage, but his words quiet.
“Nothing. I’m sorry. Evan told me not to say anything. It slipped out,” she falls all over her words, trying to smooth it over, but only making it worse.
“Hope—,” I start, but Isaac cuts me off.
“You told her. You know how important it is to me for this,” he points between us, “to be kept between us and you fucking told her. Then had the audacity to tell her to lie to me.”
“That’s not what happened, Isaac.” I take a step toward him, but he takes three steps back.
“You’re a liar and a gossip.”
“It’s not gossip, and I didn’t lie about anything.” Tears burn my eyes. “Isaac, please listen.”
“No!” he barks. He shakes his head and rushes out the door.
I run after him, but when I reach the hallway, he’s already disappeared around the corner. I walk into my office and close the door, not bothering to acknowledge Hope when she tries to talk to me.
She shouldn’t have let it slip out, but Isaac’s reaction is not her fault. That doesn’t matter to me right now. All thatmatters is I might have lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Even if Isaac is willing to speak to me, it will be Monday after work before I see him. By then, he will have had plenty of time to decide I’m not worth the hassle. He asked me to do one thing and I failed him.
It’s going to be a long, lonely weekend.
TWENTY-TWO
ISAAC
“Let’s talk,” Tyson insists, falling in step next to me as we walk to our cars Monday afternoon. Carter flanks me on the opposite side. What the hell is this?
“About what?” I growl. I’m not in the mood for him. I want to go home and wallow in my misery. Evan did the one thing I asked him not to do. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive him.
“Get in,” he commands when we reach his car. Carter climbs in the backseat and Tyson raises an eyebrow at me, motioning for me to get in the car. I don’t know what this is about, but I guess I’m going to find out.
Tyson drives in silence to a secluded bar and grill about five miles from the stadium. It won’t be crowded at three on a Monday afternoon. I follow him and Carter inside and to a table in the back. The waitress follows us with some menus. Tyson orders three beers for us. As soon as the girl is out of earshot, he looks at me.
“Start talking,” Tyson commands.
“About what? I have no idea what this is about.”
“For starters, you’ve been an asshole since we stopped by my mom’s office on Saturday. My guess is you had a fight with your boyfriend,” Carter states. I stand up, knocking my chair over and stalk toward the door. “Bingo,” I hear Carter say.
I turn on my heels and rush back to the table, leaning down, getting in Carter’s face. He doesn’t even flinch. Cocky bastard.
“I don’t know what you think you know or what the hell Hope told you, but my private life is none of your damn business and it will do you well to stay the fuck out of it and keep your mouth shut.”