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I pulled the container from him and swatted his hand away. “How’s Em doing?”
“Great.”
“How are the other guys treating her?”
“Fine.”
Leave it to Mac to only give me one-word answers.
“Can you give me anything more than that?”
Mac downed a water bottle and wiped his mouth. “She’s doing really well, Bardot. Calm your tits.”
“Calm my tits? She’s nervous as hell about this new job. Aren’t you concerned about her at all?”
“She didn’t tell me she was nervous.”
“She didn’t?”
“It didn’t really come up on our hike.” He smirked, and I was ready to poison his next batch of energy balls.
A little cinnamon could cover a multitude of sins.
“Aren’t you worried she’s not telling you everything?”
I had a sneaking suspicion from day one she wasn’t fully being honest with me. I couldn’t figure out exactly what, but the nagging feeling wouldn’t leave me.
“It’s early days. Don’t get so serious so fast, Bardot.”
He didn’t have the best track record with partners. The longest relationship I saw him in had lasted less than a weekend, so who was he to tell me it was early days? He probably thought the last few days with Em were as good as putting a ring on her.
No wonder he didn’t think there was anything strange about her lack of communication. He didn’t really know her.
“I’ve known her a long time—”
“Yeah, yeah. You and her brother are friends.”
I narrowed my eyes, but figured I hadn’t heard him right.
“And don’t worry. You and Emily can still be friends, too, when I win.”
“When you win? There’s no winning, Mac.” I gripped the edge of the counter, hating that he was in my space. My sanctuary. “I’ll be the one that picks up the pieces after you leave and break her heart.”
He scoffed and snagged an apple from the fruit bowl Julie insisted we have for the guys—although she was the one who stopped by for an orange the most often.
“What makes you so sure I’ll be the one to break her heart?”
I grabbed an apple, biting into it as I stared at him. “You don’t even know her brother died.”
Mac stopped chewing. “When?”
“A few years ago. It’s been really hard on her—”
“Fuck.” His face paled, and I was about to offer him a stool when he rushed out of the room.
“Your friend is doing a great job.” Coach Locke’s gruff voice betrayed how much he meant what he said.
When Julie had suggested a social media guru for the team, Coach Locke had fought his wife tooth and nail. I tucked away this win to celebrate with Julie later.
