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I sputtered on my last sip of Cosmo. That wasn't the question I expected Spencer to ask. I shot him the look, begging him not to be a dick.
We were working so hard to rehab his image, and this wouldn't help him even if it saved me from utter boredom.
Before I could say anything, Mark stood up and threw a wad of cash at the table as he sputtered. "I didn't know that she was your girlfriend. I'm just going to excuse myself."
Mark rushed out. Sadly, neither myself nor Spencer corrected him that Spencer was very much not my boyfriend.
Spence sat down in Mark's spot and grabbed my hands. He repeated himself. "Why do you look so unhappy, Nat?"
I had to remind myself that this wasn't my dream come true. He had me so firmly in the friend zone that nothing I said or did would even matter one iota.
"It was a bad date. Thanks for getting me out of it." I wanted to bail so badly, but I knew that I shouldn't. At least I could distract him. "How was the game?"
Despite being the bar where all the boys hung out after games, it didn’t play the games. No TVs, and there was always live music going on in the front.
“We won, but come on, let me get you a couple drinks and help you forget about that douche. I'm going to get drinks for the fellas. Do you want an Aperol Spritz?"
It was sweet of him to offer, and I could use a drink to just relax some again. That whole date was just terrible, and the guys were in such a good mood that I didn't want to be the buzzkill. Not that any of them would accuse me of such a thing.
As I got closer to the guys, I realized that Spencer remembered my current drink of choice even though I didn’t order it today. I swapped my drink order around a lot, and this was my favorite right now.
But before I could even think about that, Carter pulled me into a hug. "So was that bum one of Rory's friends or...."
"Another Hinge reject."
I really needed to delete the app since the guys on there had all been terrible, and all it did was waste my time. Although, watching the guy skitter away like a cockroach when Spencer came to the rescue was amusing.
Scuba opened his arms wide, "Why are you still on that lame app? Why not live a little and date me?"
I stared at Scuba, trying to figure out if the guy was being serious or just messing with my brother and Spencer. Everyone on the team was issued a blatant no-dating me clause by one of them. They pretended they didn't, but we all knew that they did it. Besides, who wanted to date a player like Scuba? He was a good guy, but I didn't want to be another girl in a long string of conquests for him.
Before I could react, Spencer Levine pushed Scuba back and said, "Don't do it. You already saw Jetski chase off the other guy. I don't need him to lose his shit on you too."
That got everyone laughing, but I turned toward my brother. "So it's clear you guys won tonight, but who got the first goal of the season?"
Scuba used his thumb to point toward the bar. "Don't you know by now? First round is always on the first goal scorer?"
"Dude, it's been a long night. Cut me a little slack." But Scuba was right. I should have known. Scuba was the newest one to the crew, and he caught onto the rule during preseason.
Spencer came back with lots of beers, which he set on the table before he handed me the Aperol Spritz. I was going to congratulate him, but he was already talking to my brother in hushed terms. So I let the two besties talk while I drank my drink and listened to the other guys babble on about what they should do after.
Wellsy looped an arm around my neck. "Come on, Baby Carmie. Help me show the new guys why you can't ever expect to beat a Carmichael at darts."
"You wish. We got this," Scuba shouted as he claimed the open dartboard.
I always loved a good game of darts, so it didn't seem like such a bad idea. I liked how the guys would treat me as one of their own even though I was only Carter's little sister or personal assistant to some of them.
From there, it seemed like the time flew by as Wellsy and I beat team after team in darts. It wasn't until the last game of the night that things got competitive. Of course, it had to be the pairing of the two besties that got competitive. Hell, it was also the only time I really interacted with Spencer since he got me the drink.
My brother and I were about equal at darts since we always played. So, it would always depend on the strength of the other guy to see who would top the battle. Sadly, Spencer was a bit better than Wellsy, but after playing all night, Wellsy had gotten much better.
When Spencer threw his last dart for a bullseye, he said almost apologetically, "Sorry, Baby Carmie. Maybe next time."
Chapter 10
Spencer
Iwas spreading almond butter onto bread when Carter walked into the kitchen with that freshly gotten-laid face. Which wasn't too much of a surprise since he had brought Siobhan home last night. Hell, he'd been bringing her home the past few nights.
