Page 137 of Well That Happened

Then Fletcher takes a slow turn around the room. His gaze lands on the couch. Then the hallway. Then me.

The questions are already loading behind his eyes.

And I feel my stomach drop like it knows what’s coming.

“This where you all hang out?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah,” I say, trying for casual.

“You all share a bathroom?”

I blink. “Um, two. One upstairs, one down.”

His brow lifts. “You mean you and three guys share two bathrooms?”

I smile tightly. “It’s a bonding experience.”

Fletcher glances between them. His gaze lingers just a second too long when Caleb stands a littletooclose to me. When I pass him a drink and our hands brush. When Caleb catches my eye and winks.

“Okay,” Fletcher says finally. “What’s going on?”

“We…” I glance at Caleb.

He nods, steps forward.

“Can we sit?” Caleb says, unusually serious.

Fletcher drops onto the couch. Arms crossed. Silent. His older-brother energy radiates off him like heat.

I sit beside him.

Caleb stands in front of us.

“We wanted to tell you something,” he says. “It’s not a big thing, really. It’s new. But… I’m seeing Rilee.”

Fletcher’s face doesn’t move.

“Like… dating,” I add, in case he missed the obvious.

Still nothing.

Caleb clears his throat. “It’s real. And I care about her. A lot. And I promise—I’ll be good to her.”

Fletcher exhales slowly.

Then leans back.

And glares.

Not at me.

At Caleb.

“So let me get this straight,” Fletcher says slowly, narrowing his eyes at Caleb. “My littlesister—my babysister—who isstudying her ass off to become a nurse and doesn’t have time to breathe—is now dating my teammate?”

“I promise I’m not here to add to her stress load,” Caleb says quickly.

Fletcher’s jaw ticks.

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