Page 37 of Prove Me Wrong
“Sin.”
“Tell me I’m wrong, Mia.” I’m silent, and he gives a low chuckle. “You shouldn’t be this stressed if a man leaves you a text. Women message me all the time and you don’t see me panicking.”
I snicker at his remark. “Firstly, it’s because you’re a famous athlete. And secondly, it’s because they want to sleep with youbecauseyou’re a famous athlete. And you’re unbothered when it comes to messages because you’ve never heard them used against you when you’re fighting for your life, Sin.” My jaw grits tightly as I try to contain my volume.
Sin just shh’s me to settle down. I push away the stinging feeling in my eyes, my pulse jackhammering in my neck.
“While that may be true,” my eyes roll involuntarily, “you shouldn’t be having panic attacks over something this small, twinkle fingers. What did Charlotte say about this?”
I sniff before answering, “She understands how hard it is to differentiate between pure generosity and men trying to butter me up to take advantage of me.” I pinch the bridge of my straight nose. “Ryan pretended to like me and then turned as soon as he had my trust. I don’t want my trust to be abused again, Sin.”
“And you think Noah would do that to you?”
My throat works as I think about his question. Since meeting Noah, he has been nothing but patient and understanding with me, without even knowing what I’ve been through. He has definitely sensed my hesitation a few times, but never said anything to embarrass me. I’ve noticed the way he respects my space, and he never forces himself closer. The way he speaks with me so tenderly, as if he knows that I scare easily.
Sniffing again, I shake my head before answering with a soft, “No.”
My brother exhales steadily as my pulse hammers in my ears like tidal waves of blood. “Then I think you have your answer right there, twinkle fingers.”
My cheeks flush harder with heat. I nod silently, knowing he can’t see my face.
“You’re right,” I murmur as my hand reaches to rub at my elbow. I know it’s a terrible habit, but I will not be kicking it any time soon.
“Wow, I love hearing those words.” He chuckles before snapping back into his broody self. “All right, enough mushy talk. I only have a limited amount, and you just used it all for today.”
I just snort a laugh. “Fine. What is going on with you, then? How’s the injury?” Changing the subject, I continue towards the main street.
“Getting better. Our new physical therapist has me doing a lot of exercises on her new program. Seems to be working though, so I think she might know what she’s talking about.”
“How is she liking the team?”
Sinnett sniffs. “Yeah, she’s fine, I suppose.”
The blunt answer spikes my intrigue.
My lips curl upwards again. “I hope she’s fitting in there, especially if she’s surrounded by your teammates every day. What’s her name?”
“Why do you need to know her name, twinkle fingers?”
I poke my tongue into my cheek, knowing he’s avoiding my question. “Because almost every time we speak, you end up mentioning her, so I’m curious.”
“I’m not telling you her name,” he grits out adamantly. My gaze narrows.
“Why not?”
“I don’t need to.”
“Just tell me,” I whine.
Sinnett sighs heavily, and I know I’ve cracked him. “Fine. It’s Tatum. Happy now?”
I frown, remembering Noah mentioning his friend, Tatum, who used to look after Jade before moving away.Could this be her? Or is it just a coincidence?“Do you know much about her?”
Sinnett just grunts, meaning no, or that he’s hiding something from me.Probably the latter.
“Do you like her?” I ask curiously.
“No,” he grits out, but I can hear the defensive snap in his tone.He definitely feels something for her, whether he believes it or not.
