Page 134 of Playing Dirty
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Silence again.
Then:
“This is going to be a long night,” I said.
He looked at me then.
Properly.
“Yeah,” he said.
No sarcasm.
No deflection.
Just agreement.
That was new.
And I didn’t like how honest it felt.
Mason
Elevator kept moving.
Floor numbers ticking up slowly.
I should’ve looked away.
I didn’t.
Rowan wasn’t either.
That was the part I couldn’t ignore.
Not Caleb.
Not Coach.
Not anything else.
Just this.
Closed space.
No escape without making it obvious.
And she was standing there like she’d already accepted it.
That bothered me more than anything else today.
“Stop overthinking it,” she said suddenly.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
I didn’t argue.
