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“Oh!” She slams her hand on the table. “The Triviateers! That’s our name!”
Kit grins. “Like privateers but trivia? I like it.” He quickly erases Book Smarts from our whiteboard and changes it to Triviateers right as a waitress places a heaping plate of nachos in front of us.
Not going to lie—they look incredible.
“And this,” Micah says, sweeping her hand over the steaming cheese and meat, “is why we’re here. And beating Houston, of course. Fischer, are you ready to have your tongue delighted?”
“Oh, I’m ready,” I tell her without moving my gaze from her mouth.
I am absolutely ready.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Micah
There is nothing quite sosatisfying as beating Houston at something he’s good at. The Triviateers are ahead by eight points, the Inquizitors taking up second place, when the trivia host announces a ten-minute break. Tamlin, Houston’s gorgeous and incredibly smart teammate, excuses herself to go to the restroom, and Houston slips out of his seat so quickly that it’s like he wants to put every bit of distance between himself and Tamlin that he can.
“Enjoying yourself?” Kit asks with a sly grin. He probably saw as easily as I did that there is some serious chemistry between those two.
Houston rolls his eyes. “You do know that Tamlin Park is a journalist known for ruining athletes’ careers, right? There is no possibility of enjoying myself if she’s around.”
I know absolutely nothing about sports—a sore spot for Houston—but even I know the only way to ruin an athlete’s career is to expose something true. “What?” I ask. “Do you have something to hide? Maybe you’re just afraid of how attracted to her you are.”
Houston growls, though it’s nowhere near as impressive as Fischer’s. “I amnotattracted to her.” He pulls out his phone, and his demeanor instantly shifts as he smiles at whatever he sees.
“He’s definitely attracted to her,” Fischer mutters so only I can hear.
“Yes! You see it too! He may hate it, but there are definite sparks.” I turn to him and grin when he pulls his eyebrows together, clearly confused about something. “What?”
His lips curl up in a tantalizing half smile. “You see potential everywhere, don’t you?”
“Always.”
“I love that about you.”
Whether he meant to use that word or not, we both tense up. I think back to my conversation with Brooklyn yesterday, when I told her that attraction and love are two vastly different things, but right now I can’t tell which one I’m seeing in Fischer’s eyes. He doesn’t seem afraid of the word love, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he sees the potential like I do.
I would ask him if Kit wasn’t watching us so intently. As much as I want to get a clear answer from Fischer about what this relationship of ours is now that we’ve progressed to teasing kisses and long looks, I don’t need my brother-in-law analyzing us while we have it.
So I reluctantly pull my gaze away from Fischer and turn it back to Houston, who looks like he’s having the time of his life as he types out a text. “Ten bucks says he’s texting a girl,” I say quietly. When Houston gets focused on something, he tends to forget the world around him, so I’m not too worried about him hearing me talk about him.
Kit chuckles. “I’m not taking that bet. You’re obviously right.”
“The question is who,” Skyler says.
Fischer moves his hand from my knee up to my mid-thigh, and a shiver runs through me. Not because I’m cold but because his fingers on my skin send a rush of heat through me. So this is what he’s going to do instead of joining in on the conversation?
“It’s probably his date who stood him up,” I say a little breathlessly.
Fischer smirks and brushes his fingers across my leg with slow deliberation.
“Another movie star?” Skyler guesses.
Kit tries to sneak a look at Houston’s phone but doesn’t seem to manage it. “I’m guessing not,” he says with narrowed eyes.
“It’s probably his neighbor,” Brooklyn says.
I honestly forgot she was here. She and Jordan were so wrapped up in their own conversation that she sort of vanished into the background.
