Page 46 of Waiting for Her

Probably.

Flirty bitch.

Izaak chuckles beside me. “Should I worry about the fire you’re about to breathe out?”

I shove him and he laughs harder.

“Not even a thought,” he says oddly.

“What?”

“She’s not even a thought to him. Not someone who crosses his mind that way. She’s not you.”

“Exactly how obsessed are you with your coach?” I tease.

“Shut up,” he mutters. “For real, though. She’s been around for as long as I can remember. You’ve been here for a week. It’s different.He’sdifferent.”

I’ve known Izaak for less than thirty minutes.

I like him.

Grady

There’s no doubtin my mind why Kennedy is here. She knew that I was being interviewed bySIand the nosey little shit asked around, found out it was Bri who was doing the interview.

But she only knows that Bri and I knew each other in high school. I think. It’s very possible she knows the entire story since, like I said, she’s a nosey little shit, but not because I’ve told her.

My life with Bri felt sacred, something I needed to protect.

Kennedy knew the basics, that I was with someone for a long time and never really moved on. I wouldn’t be surprised if she put two and two together, even if she didn’t ask around.

Her presence right now tells me that my suspicions are correct.

And, my fear that shedoeswant more than friendship ratchets up about a hundred notches.

“What do you think?” Kennedy asks, tapping the tip of one shoe on the ground behind her.

“Huh?” I ask. I didn’t hear a word she just said, and her face falls when she realizes I wasn’t paying attention to her.

“Grady,” she practically chastises.

“What? I’m sorry, I was thinking about practice earlier.”

“Hmm,” she pouts. I almost roll my eyes. “Can you listen to me now?”

“I can, but I’m working, Kennedy,” I gesture to the field, which unfortunately is basically empty.

She looks around and raises her eyebrows.

“My job doesn’t end just because the players aren’t on the field,” I remind her.

“Well, is there a way you can stop working for a few hours tomorrow night? I have a work party and really don’t want to go alone.”

I don’t know what to make of that request but, luckily, I have an excuse. “I can’t tomorrow night. I’m going to see Anderson.”

“Anderson?” she asks, and it reminds me that she didn’t even think to check about Mia after she went into labor right in front of her. I never realized that she was even remotely self-centered.

“Cole and Mia’s baby,” I tell her, my eyebrows kissing my hairline.

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