“You don’t?”
He glanced away a moment.
“Yeah, I guess it freaks me out too. We fight so much.”
“Over stupid stuff,” I said.
“Mostly stupid.”
“I didn’t mean like unimportant stupid. Jocelyn is causing a lot of drama. I thought I could trust her, but now…”
My voice trailed off.
“You don’t trust her anymore?”
“No, and I do trust you.” I stared into his eyes. “Can I trust you?”
He answered with a kiss as the waitress returned with our medium pineapple and ham pizza and pitcher of iced tea.
“Thank you,” Austin said to the waitress.
She walked away.
“Do you thinking someone actually even threatened her, or do you think she made it all up?” He asked.
“It makes sense why she ran out of the police station so fast. But honestly, I have no idea. You know what she’s like. She could have plenty of enemies out there.”
“We need to agree that Jocelyn isn’t going to come between us.”
“That’s up to you, too. If I recall, you’re the one…”
“Okay,” I said, cutting him off. “I’m to blame too. We both let her manipulate us.”
He picked up a slice and took a bite off the end, cheese trailing from his mouth. After sprinkling some parmesan cheese on mine, I bit off a healthy-sized piece.
“You want to come back to my place? After we finish eating?” he asked.
I sighed, thinking of what was waiting for me back at my apartment.
“No, I should go to my place and let Jocelyn know I’m moving out. Maybe I can find someone who wants to sublet their room or something. Just until we get this all figured out.”
“Maybe. I’ll ask around.”
“Thanks,” I said. “For everything.”
“Don’t mention it.”
He scooted off the bench and stood up. As I looked up at him, the smile vanished from his face. I craned my neck to see over the back of the booth.
“Hey, Coach,” Austin said.
The way his voice caught in his throat told me this wasn’t good.
“Austin. I heard you might be here.”
“Heard from who?”
“Doesn’t matter. You know my team rules, right?”