Page 50 of What Are The Odds?
“Where did you end up?”
“At Ryker’s place.”
I raised my eyebrows at that.
“The football house is, like, a ten-minute walk from the hockey guys’ house,” Stella explained. “Don’t worry. Ryker went straight to bed when we got back.”
“Why would I be worried?”
She paused, taking a long sip of her coffee.
“As hot as Ryker is, I’d never break girl code.”
I frowned. “Girl code?”
“You kissed him. That means he’s off limits.”
I leant back in the booth, crossing my ankles over each other under the table.
“I appreciate it, but that’s unnecessary. Ryker and I are just friends.”
Stella rolled her eyes. “Sure you are. I totally hook up with my friends too.”
I opened my mouth then closed it. I wasn’t getting into this again.
“Anything happen with the blonde with blue eyes?” I asked instead.
She let out a satisfied sigh. “Everything happened. He’s gorgeous. And sweet. And nothing but solid muscle.”
I could relate. A blush crept up my neck as I recalled marvelling at Levi’s muscled body. That then led to thoughts of other things. Thoughts I needed to shut down. I sipped my water.
“Will you be seeing him again?”
Stella shrugged. “Not sure. Maybe we could double date. Him. Me. You. Ryker.”
I wasn’t taking the bait.
“How was your night, Ava?” I asked instead.
“I fell asleep on the couch while the guy I was talking to played PlayStation with some of the other guys.” She shook her head, as if snapping back to reality. “Why the hell are we talking about my lack of action when you slept with Levi again last night?”
“Nothing happened the first night.”
She beamed. “But it did last night, didn’t it?”
Saved by the waitress. She set down our three plates. I pressed a hand to my gargling stomach. I was starving. We’d each ordered like food was going out of fashion. I missed Australian breakfasts. I would do questionable things for some Vegemite on toast.
“Worked up an appetite, did you?” Stella asked, eyebrows raised in question.
I ignored her.
“Do you like Levi?” Ava questioned, shoving a large bite of pancake down her throat.
I shrugged before shaking my head. “What’s the point? He’s Levi. He doesn’t do girlfriends.”
Stella craned her head. “And what about you? Do you do boyfriends?”
“Seems kind of pointless knowing I’ll be going back home.”
