Page 108 of What Are the Chances
Ryan sauntered in, shirtless and in nothing but a pair of boxers. He peeled back the covers and slipped into the bed beside me. I was too short on energy to kick him out.
“Last night was fun,” he excitedly stated.
“Debatable.”
My mouth tasted like I’d eaten a thousand stale donuts. I reached for my side table, hoping I’d been smart enough to at least bring a glass of water up. No such luck.
“Quick question,” I grumbled. “What was I shotting last night?”
“Fireball.”
I dry-retched. That explained the cinnamon taste.
“Another quick question,” I mumbled.
“Hit me.”
“Did you sleep with Levi’s sister last night?”
Ryan’s eyes instantly widened, confirming my suspicions. Dude had the worst poker face.
So it hadn’t been a drunken dream. Lana and Ryan had hooked up. That was a wacky thought. I’d known Lana as long as I’d known Levi. While I wasn’t naïve like my best friend and assumed Lana was still an innocent little girl, I didn’t want to picture her with Ryan either.
“What the hell happened with Parker? You know, the girl you’ve been trying to get in bed for almost a month.”
And also the best friend of the girl I was trying to win back.
Ryan had the decency to at least look ashamed. “I don’t think anything is going to happen with Parker. Before you came back down, she’d run out ofmy room when I’d been seconds away from having my head between her legs.” He huffed. “To take a phone call.” He huffed again. “From Tanner fucking Holbeck.”
“The fuck?”
I was at a loss when it came to that guy. I had no idea what was up. First Riley, now Parker. Where was the connection? There had to be one, otherwise Riley wouldn’t be so cagey about it.
Angst crossed Ryan’s face. “Are you going to tell Cap?”
Good question. I didn’t want to because Levi would definitely kill the messenger. I also didn’t want the group dynamic to get fucked up this late in the season. We’d managed four years without any friendship drama.
“Was it a one-time thing?” I checked.
Ryan shrugged. “She flies out soon, so I suppose.”
While Levi had every right to call Ryan out for breaking the bro code, Lana was insanely independent. She never did anything she didn’t want to do. If she’d slept with Ryan, it was because she wanted him. Who was I to mess with that?
“Your secret is safe with me,” I said. “But for the record, if Levi ever finds out, I knew nothing.”
Ryan nodded his understanding.
A short while later Tripp appeared, looking as rough as I felt. Ripping up my quilt from the foot end, he slipped underneath the covers. My bed was a king, but with three guys over six-foot in it, it didn’t feel that way right now.
Tripp’s hairy leg rested against mine, making me squirm. “Good night,” he mused. “Apart from losing.”
His reminder caught me off guard. I literally hadn’t thought about hockey since we’d left Allentown. My mind had been too warped on Riley. I reached for my phone to check if she’d text, but it was dead. I must’ve been too drunk to plug it in last night.
Levi appeared in the doorway next. “Are you assholes recapping last night without me?”
Like Ryan and Tripp, Levi was bare chested and dressed in a plain pair of athletic shorts, and also like Ryan and Tripp, he accepted an invisible invitation and climbed into my bed beside Tripp.
Now the king was definitely too fucking small. I clamped the blankets down, trapping Levi’s feet before he kicked me in the face.
