Obviously, Marianne had noticed that.
I was new at—all of this. I had a loyalty to Trey.
Yes.
I also loved him.
So, while I didn’t want to rat him out—I really wanted—and needed to vent to someone.
To someone who loved him, too.
“The coaching team said they might demote him,” I said in such a rush I wasn’t sure if it was even audible or not.
“Aw, shit,” she said and set her cup down. “Send him down to the minors?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She sat back in her seat and was silent for a bit.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. They must want to make sure he can still play after—everything that happened.”
I shrugged and kept drinking like I had nothing else to share.
“How’s he doing—at home?”
Ugh, why did she ask that?
And how the heck was I supposed to answer?
“Um, he’s antsy. I’m sure he’ll be better once he’s back to playing, though.”
She looked at me.
And looked at me.
It felt like she was scanning through my entire brain.
“Lexi?”
“Mm hmm?”
“Are you guys being—intimate?”
Oh, gosh.
How in the world did she figure that out?
Could she see inside my brain?
“Lexi?”
Crap.
I could lie.
But, I also couldn’t.
Not to Marianne.