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Smiling to myself, I decide to text Hollis.
Melony: I’m impressed.
His response is immediate.
Hollis: And I haven’t even sent you a dick pic yet. Things are on the up and up for me.
Melony: You’re stupid. I’m talking about you being able to keep Reese and Paisley a secret.
Hollis: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Melony: Go ahead, text Reese.
Hollis: Hold please . . .
God, he’s so ridiculous. Turning my attention away from my phone and back to Paisley, I see that she’s on the verge of a panic attack. Oh, this is not good.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I feel like,” she waves a hand in front of my face, “I can’t . . .” she doesn’t finish her sentence because her phone starts to ring. It’s Reese.
Knowing she needs him to calm her down, I encourage her. “Answer it.”
Worry in her eyes, she replies, “We’re about to take off.”
“They haven’t told us to turn our phones off yet, answer it.”
“Yeah, answer it,” the old lady says next to us, still not minding her own business.
She takes our advice and answers the phone, from the volume of the phone, I can hear Reese’s distinct voice say, “Hey baby.”
I tune out their conversation just as I get a text from Hollis.
Hollis: You have been confirmed as in the know.
Melony: Told you. I can see it in my head. They’re cute together.
Hollis: We would be even cuter, especially naked. My abs plus your ass, match made in heaven.
Melony: You have a one-track mind.
Hollis: Yeah, and its name is Melony.
Chapter Seven
HOLLIS
“What did you eat this morning?”
“A plate of eggs, some sausage, a yogurt, and two bottles of water,” I snap.
Coach Fucking Ted. The urge to punch him is so real. He’s been riding my ass all week about my eating. Do I like to indulge in a little treat every now and then? Fuck yeah! I have a sweet tooth, but do I burn it off in the gym and counteract it with enough veggies and protein to shit out my own garden and chicken coop? Uh, yeah.
“Turkey sausage?”
“I have no fucking clue. Room service brought it up. Should I call down and ask them?”
“I don’t appreciate your attitude, Hollis.” Coach Ted’s voice is harsh, unforgiving, as if he’s about to make me do a thousand burpees for talking back. What’s the worst that could happen? I fire him?
