how to help her. It’s not anything I haven’t tried, but I appreciate her interest.
“Um, I actually need to go. I have a date,” I say later as I check the time.
“What? Already? Which is good! Who?” Mom asks.
“Long story. I’ll be back from the ski trip on the 22nd, so if you could fly into Atlanta that day or after, that would be great. Just text me when you book your flight, and I’ll pick you up.”
They tell me they love me and will see me soon. Clicking off with them, I pull back onto the road, my mind already focused on River.
On our date.
I smile at nothing, then laugh out loud.
There’s something real between us…
The question is, what am I willing to do about it?
19
She’s ten minutes late and I’m antsy, twitching, fiddling with the menu and tapping the tabletop.
My pulse spikes as I see her pull into the lot. From inside Paulo’s, I watch as she parks her car next to my truck, gets out, and dashes for the door. She breezes in and stops at the hostess stand, and I take the few seconds to take her in. Her hair is down and shines under the lights, her face bare of makeup, her lips a deep red. She’s wearing black leggings, royal blue high-top Chucks, and a pale blue sweater, cropped. That one slice of skin is enough to make my hands clench, to picture my fingers encircling her waist and—
She turns and sees me, and I start.
Must. Not. Lust. For. My. Friend’s. Ex.
She smiles the entire way to the table I got for us in the back. The place is packed tonight, and there’s a band playing on the small stage several feet away. Country music. Not something I listen to a lot, but it fits the ramshackle bar. I scanned the place when I came in. Mostly older crowd. No one from Braxton.
Who cares? the voice in my head says. She’s not with him anymore.
Yet…
It does matter. It’s been four days since they broke up. What kind of friend and frat brother would I be to move in on her? A shitty one.
I stand when she reaches the table and catch my reflection in the mirror. There’s a stupid smile on my face and shit, shit, shit. I shut it down as I pull out the chair across from me.
She sits. “Sorry I’m late. My parents called while I was driving. You look great,” she murmurs as she settles in, her gaze lingering on my Badgers shirt.
I grunt.
Her mouth curls up. “Angsty River tonight—got it.”
I huff out a laugh. “Do you always say what you’re thinking?”
“Um, it’s a little worse lately.” She stares down at the menu, her fingers twirling a piece of hair. Another tell of hers. When Harper and company get in the elevator, she touches her hair. When Whitman calls on her in class, she does the same. She’s nervous.
My eyes drift over the menu, the words jumbling together in the dim light. I blink and focus but it doesn’t help. Whatever. Pizza is easy. I always get the same thing.
Our waitress appears. She’s in her mid-twenties and wears a broad smile. She flicks a glance at Anastasia then lingers on me.
Her face brightens. “Hey. River Tate, right?”
“Yeah,” I murmur.
She lets out a little squeal, her hands fluttering. “My family are huge Pythons fans and loved your dad. I went to Braxton, and when I heard you came here instead of one of the bigger schools, my family went nuts. You coming back? I heard you haven’t decided.”
Anastasia raises her head and looks at me, then her.
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“Can I get your autograph? And a picture?” Before I can respond, she pulls out her phone, sits down next to me, and snaps a photo. She gets back up, her hand landing on my arm as she gives me a squeeze and a blinding smile. “Oh my God, I can’t wait to send this to my roomie. She’s crazy about you too. You’re the hottest player. You’re fast on the field, of course, that counts—”
Anastasia juts in, “I’ll have a Coke to drink to start and some breadsticks with marinara.”
I dip my head and hide my smile. Oh, Anastasia, you little firecracker.
“I’ll have a water,” I add. “And double the breadstick order.”
The waitress—her name tag says Sissy—grimaces. “Sure. On it.” She leaves, then turns back around. “Um, are you two, ah, together?” She titters. “I mean, just wondering.”
“Yes, he’s taken,” Anastasia says