“Mr. Casper, I hadn’t seen you come in, my apologies.”
Abram waves his hand. “I came up straight from the garage.”
“Oh well, enjoy the rest of your weekend.” His smile as overripe as it is forced.
“You too,” I answer for the both of us. Ready to get the hell out of here and go watch the game.
twenty-nine
Rory
Iliftmyheadat the knock.
“You need a ride to the game?” Finn asks with his knuckles still on the frame.
“No, I’m good.”
“Okay, just checking because last time I texted and never got a response.”
Dang.
Guilt begins to eat at me. I haven’t had a phone for a while, and I should have anticipated that someone would say something eventually, but it still catches me off guard.
The phone is nothing more than a paperweight by this point. Lifeless as it sits in the drawer.
I knew this question would come up, but I can’t think of an excuse right now.
The longer I stall, the more I see the flicker of emotions shift across Finn’s face. He wants to say something, I can tell it’s on the tip of his tongue. His mouth flattens into a line instead.
More guilt sets in.
“Sorry, that’s my bad. I’d been running late when I went to meet Hailey for your last game.” The half lie comes out easy. I may have been late to pick her up, but I never saw his text because I’m not using my phone.
Finn’s brows bunch. Does he know the truth?
He looks around me and it’s like a swell of air fills my stomach. I know where he’s looking, and it bothers me. Especially at seeing the softness that settles in them when they meet my gaze again.
Finn knows.
If he wants to pity me, I don’t need it.
I suck in a stilted breath. “We showed, and you won. That’s all that matters, right?”
Please don’t push. Please. Please.
It’s stupid and I don’t know why but I physically can’t make myself go through it. I have zero clue what’s on it, but it’s the unknown that’s the worst part.
I will sometime, but not now.
His lips purse watching me but then the side of his mouth tugs, and my stomach flattens. He isn’t going to drill me. At least not right now.
“All good?”
“All good,” I respond, overemphasizing my smile.
“Cool… don’t be late.”
“You can bet on it.”