Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” the guy replied. “Let’s just forget it happened.”
“I’m not feeling that hungry anymore. I think I’ll just head out.” Maybe it made me weak or a prick, but I didn’t want to share a meal with him anymore.
“Rush,” Livings said.
“No, it’s fine. I want to go over the video from practice today anyway.”
The waitress came by, and I asked for my bill. I paid up front, and a few minutes later I was waiting on my ride to get back to my hotel.
That right there was why the league and my fellow racers pretended I was straight.
CHAPTER THREE
Lincoln
Lincoln gives me hope for my future…if I can beat cancer, at least. ~ Trey
It was a Tuesday night, and I was sitting with Camden at Fever Pitch, the sports bar and restaurant on Fever Street that we all went to from time to time. The food was good—horrible for you, though—and the staff great, so basically it was the best place ever.
“Can I have one of those?” Cam asked as he pointed at the cheesy, greasy potato skins on my plate. “And obviously you’re not hooking up tonight.” He winked.
“Ha, ha. And yes, even though you’re a jerk.”
He plucked one up and bit into it. Once he finished chewing, he leaned back. “So…what’s going on with you lately?”
“Huh?” For some strange reason, my heart sped up. “What do you mean?”
Cam frowned. “I mean, how have you been? Am I supposed to mean something else?”
No, no, he wasn’t. Not quite sure what happened to my brain just then. If I were being honest, I’d admit I’d been a bit off my game lately, not that I’d be honest about that with anyone…or even myself, so I told myself I was imagining things. Worked like a charm!
“Not much. Just been busy. I’ve been picking up extra days at the hospital. Holidays were crazy, of course, with people wanting time off.”
Cam nodded and finished the rest of the potato skin, washing it down with a swallow of beer. Ugh. I wasn’t much of a beer guy myself. I drank it sometimes, but give me a mixed drink over beer any day of the week.
“Have you seen Rush?”
“Why would you ask if I’ve seen Rush?” I word-vomited, like the words were racing out of my mouth.
“I don’t know, maybe because you guys are friends? You’re being weird, Short Stuff.”
Obviously. “No, you’re being weird.” My defense mechanism was deny-and-accuse. It might need some work.
Cam’s dark-blond brows pulled together. “I think I’m going to end this conversation because I’m apparently not talking to you in a way you’re comfortable with right now. Would you like to lead the discussion?”
I chuckled and threw my napkin at him. “Duh. Everything should always be under my control. Haven’t you learned that by now?” It made sense to me.
Cam gave me this look, his eyes sort of zeroing in on me like he saw something I wasn’t showing, and I wanted to punch him for it. Which was some serious shit, because I hated violence and I really didn’t want to hit him but felt like I should.
I noticed movement in my periphery and glanced up to see Rush and Sawyer coming our way. Sawyer had on his black-framed glasses instead of the contacts he typically wore, and his reddish-brown hair was tousled. Rush…Rush was larger than life, of course, as he dropped his head back, laughing at something Sawyer said. He ran a hand through his short, dark hair, which he’d apparently gotten cut recently. Like always, the sides were shorter than it was on top. He was tall…taller than me and Sawyer, and there was something in the way he moved that I recognized. Something in the gleam of his eye and the curl of his lips when he looked at me.
“You’ve had sex today!” I said the moment he stepped up to the table.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Oh, and stupid, stupid, stupid. Why had I said that?
Against my will, my eyes darted toward Sawyer, who immediately raised his hands as if in surrender. “I have no idea if he had sex, but if he did, it wasn’t with me.”
Rush and Sawyer had never fucked. He’d never had sex with anyone in our group other than me, so I had no idea why my mind immediately went there.
“Not my business if you guys did,” I replied, just as Rush asked, “Is that a problem?”
“No. Obviously not.” Rush was having sex…he’d had sex with other people since he’d had sex with me months ago. Part of me was like, duh, while the other was freaking out because I hadn’t. Why in the hell wasn’t I having sex?
“Someone sounds a little jealous.” He tried to sit beside me, but I didn’t budge. That didn’t stop Rush, of course, and he tried to sit on my lap, which didn’t work well in a booth with someone as tall as he was.