Page 98 of Right Man, Right Time
It just means . . . I don’t need him.
ChapterThirteen
SILAS
I haven’t slept well for the past three days.
All thanks to fucking Ollie.
I’m still pissed.
I’m pissed that she didn’t tell her boss to fuck off, and I’m even more pissed that she brought up Sarah. She has no fucking idea about the bullshit I went through with Sarah, so she shouldn’t be speaking a word about her.
Water bottle in hand, I walk into the weight room, knowing I’m not going to be alone, and head right to the wind bikes, where I set my drink down and hop on to warm up.
This is fucking ridiculous. I’m not even dating the fucking girl, and she’s driving me nuts. I should just tell her the deal is off. I thought this was going to be a good idea, but I was wrong. This is more than I think my mind can handle. I’ve stayed up until the early morning hours going over our conversation in my head. She claims she wasn’t going to write an exposé, but it almost seemed like she was seeing if I could be okay with it.
Never.
I would never be okay with it.
“Dude, you okay?” Posey asks. “You’re riding that bike pretty damn hard for a warm-up.”
I didn’t even realize. I slow down and say, “Looking for a good burn before I get started.”
“Brave,” Posey says. “I never look for a burn.”
He’s such a liar. Being one of our defenders, Posey is always in the weight room, trying to keep a leg up on the competition.
“Is Ollie excited about going to the sponsorship party tonight?” Posey asks.
“I don’t think she’s going to attend.”
“Oh . . .” He slows down his pace. “Is there something going on? Is that why you’ve been in a shit mood the last few days?”
Yes.
“No,” I answer. “I think she has other plans.”
“I see.” He pauses. “Dude, are you not bringing her because Sarah will be there? I hate to admit it, but Pacey said he saw how you looked at Sarah at the ice-skating event. He thought it was concerning, like . . . like you were still in love.”
I stop my bike.Sarah will be there tonight?Fuck. Why did I think she wouldn’t be a part of the event tonight? Of course she is. And then I register what Posey said after that.
I hop off the bike. “I’m not in love with her.”
Posey follows me over to the weight rack, trailing closely. “Are you sure? Ollie seems pretty cool, and I don’t want you hurting her.”
“I’m not going to hurt her,” I say as I stack weights for warm-up squats.
“Okay . . . because she seems really young.”
“She is,” I reply. Younger than I care to admit.
“And you can do damage to a girl that young if your head isn’t on straight.”
“What are you? Her fucking father? Jesus, Posey.”
“No, but I also know when your head is elsewhere, and that’s what’s been going on lately. I’m worried you’re thinking about Sarah.”
