Settling the Score (The Summer Games #1) - R.S. Grey Page 0,11

you been loitering in the shade of Christ the Redeemer all day?”

I wiped sleep from my eyes and pushed the blankets aside.

“Honestly, I haven’t seen much of the place.”

She groaned. “What a bore. At least give me some details about the village. Is it just as barking as London was?”

“I’m sure it will be. Last night was…”

I mulled over my previous night, trying to compartmentalize the image of Andie that was fighting its way back to the forefront of my mind.

“Last night was what?”

“I’ve met someone.”

Silence.

More silence.

I pulled the mobile away from my cheek and glanced down to check she hadn’t hung up on me.

“Georgie?”

“What do you mean you’ve met someone?”

Her usual charm was gone, replaced by a serious tone I didn’t much care for.

“It’s nothing,” I said, trying to backtrack. Maybe it’d been a mistake bringing it up.

“Well ‘nothing’ sounds quite like a girl to me, Freddie, and you haven’t mentioned any of those things in four years. FOUR YEARS. And you think I’m going to let you drop this?”

My stomach clenched. “Just forget I’ve said anything.”

Georgie wouldn’t let it go. “Spill it, Freddie. Who is she?”

I stared up at the ceiling and acquiesced, actually sort of glad to confide in her about Andie. What would it hurt to tell Georgie about her?

“She’s an American.”

“Is her last name Kardashian?”

“No, she’s called Andie. She’s a footballer. You’d like her, Georgie. She’s got a natural thing about her and she’s really talented.”

“Good lord Freddie, you sound like a smitten schoolgirl.”

I smiled. “You’re the one who asked, Georgie.”

“Are you in love already?” she laughed.

My smile fell and suddenly it wasn’t fun to talk about Andie any more. The silence was back, louder than before. Neither one of us was going to utter the words, because we didn’t need to. The idea of Caroline spoke loudly enough on its own.

Finally, she laughed. “Blimey. It’s rotten luck.”

I’m glad one of us can laugh about it.

“Yeah, well. Really, it’s nothing.” I checked the clock on my bedside table. “Listen, I’ve got to run and get ready for swim practice.”

“Fine. On the contrary, I require a little lie down. Between our nutter of a mum and your dramatic love life, I’m feeling faint.”

I laughed and promised I’d phone her later.

“Wait, Freddie,” she said, just before I hung up.

“Yeah?”

“What are you going to do about Andie? Will you see her again?”

I hesitated before answering.

“It is a rather small village.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Andie

“LET US IN, Andie!”

Jesus Christ. I reached out for a pillow and pulled it over my face to keep from yelling at Kinsley and Becca to go away. I’d had four, maybe five minutes of alone time since returning from practice. I’d showered and changed, but I should have savored it more and really reveled in the silence before Kinsley and Becca polluted it. On the bus ride home, they’d tried to corner me, but I’d put on my headphones and tuned them out. My plan had worked temporarily, but now, it seemed they weren’t going to take no for an answer.

I’d arrived in Rio less than twenty-four hours earlier and the dust had yet to settle. I hadn’t finished unpacking, I hadn’t called my mom, and I hadn’t had a full uninterrupted minute to consider what had happened with Freddie the night before. Had that encounter actually happened? Had I really slung my panties at his head like a bachelor party stripper?

“ANDIE! Let us in, we have a present for you.”

I groaned, shoved off my bed, and opened my door to find Kinsley and Becca—my team captains and the two people I should have respected the most—standing in my doorway dressed in matching unicorn onesies.

“Here, we got one for you too,” Kinsley said, shoving a limp, horned onesie into my hand and then stepping past me into my room.

“The three amigos!” Becca confirmed, running and jumping onto my bed. Between the two of them, there was never a dull moment, hence why I’d bonded with them the first day of tryouts.

“I think your mattress is better than mine,” Becca said, bouncing up and down in an attempt to confirm her theory.

“They’re all the same,” I laughed, setting the onesie down on my suitcase.

“What are you going to do for the rest of the day?” Kinsley asked, taking a seat beside Becca.

I shrugged. “Unpack, get settled, finally call my mom.”

She nodded. “We were thinking of going down and scoping out the first floor if you wanna come. Our complex has the biggest food court, so I think most