Page 90 of What Are the Chances
The jealously I experienced that was only reserved for Will Caufield flared. Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I grabbed my purse and left.
*
After changing into sweats and settling in on the couch with a blanket and popcorn, I hit play on the latest cringeworthy Netflix romcom to drop. Something about an Australian farmer and American city girl. It sounded perfect.
Though just as the opening credits began, there was a knock at the door. Frowning, I checked the time on my phone. It was almost midnight. Too late for one of Parker’s deliveries.
Throwing off the blanket, I padded to the door in socked feet.
“Who is it?” I called out.
It was too dark to open the door to a stranger. I’m fairly certain one of the scary movies Parker had coerced me into watching started like this.
“Will.”
I had the door open before he finished his name. He looked the same as he had in the bar no more than twenty minutes ago, though now his hockey jacket was on too.
“What are you doing here, Caufield?”
“You left.”
“You noticed?”
The corner of Will’s mouth flicked up. “Of course I did. You were the only person I noticed in the entire place.”
“I’m not sure Summer Spritz would agree.”
Damn. That’d slipped out without warning.
All humour vanished from Will’s face. “Never in a million fucking years, Dover. No difference if you and I are hooking up or not.”
Relieved was an understatement. I refused to let it show though.
“What are you doing here?” I asked again. “As far as I know, you don’t have a hockey game tomorrow.”
Which meant the possibility of sleeping together was off the table. I couldn’t break my only clause.Onlyfor his game.
“Can’t we hang out?”
I snickered. “You and I don’t hang out.”
“We used to.”
We used to do a lot of things, but that was a long time ago.
“I’m watching a romcom.”
He smiled. “I love romcoms.”
He didn’t.
I pulled the door against my shoulder as though that would summon the power for me to turn him away.
“You should be celebrating with the team.”
“I’ve celebrated with them,” he simply returned. “Now I want to be here watching bad movies with you.”
Ugh, why did that have to make my heart do a happy dance? Letting him in was a bad idea. I knew it. He knew it. That didn’t stop me from stepping to the side and opening the door wider.
