Page 108 of Risky Play

That was odd.

I cautiously answered. “Hi?”

“Hey. Do me a favor and answer your sister-in-law’s calls?”

“I’m sorry?”

How did Ty know Dinah?

“Matt’s sister called me.”

Matt’s sister? Why would she…oh shit, she was supposed to come for a visit, and I was going to show her around campus. That was the girl I saw them with. Obviously, Matt didn’t call me because we weren’t talking to each other.

“Call your sister-in-law back,” Ty said, and then he hung up.

I sighed and did as he asked.

“Well, you clearly didn’t lose my number,” she said, in a way of greeting.

“Hey, D,” I said defeatedly.

“Okay, listen up, get your ass in the shower and come to the game.”

I groaned.

“I know why you’re avoiding me.”

“He told you?”

“Yes! But it wasn’t that hard to figure out. You think I didn’t notice the carpet in my basement in your post yesterday?”

I cringed. “Does Noah know?”

She hesitated for a second. “I don’t think so. But…you’re gonna come to the game, cheer on your man, and then you’re gonna work things out, okay? We’ll have my husband drink a couple of beers, and then we’ll tell him.”

“That’s the problem.”

“Oh my God! I have three meathead older brothers, and they got over it when I started dating Noah. Matt needs to stand his ground. You better be at the arena, or I’m sicking Rox on you.”

She hung up before I could answer, and that lit a fire under me. Roxanne Desjardins was scary, and as much as I wanted to be her when I grew up, I was also kind of afraid of her.

I got a shower because I had been living in my hoodie—Matt’s hoodie, actually. The idea of going to the game, of facing Matt again, scared me, but my heart ached. I even went to the health center because I thought something was wrong with me. The hurt inside my chest was all in my head. I could have easily avoided this if I told Matt I loved him too. Or if I stood up to my brother and didn’t let him treat me like a child in need of protection. I should have told Noah I was a grown woman capable of making my own decisions, even if they were the wrong ones.

I was swiping lip gloss across my lips when I saw a text from Dinah that she was outside my dorm waiting for me. Um, we hadn’t talked about her picking me up. That must have been her insurance plan. For a little thing, she could be pushy.

I left my room a few seconds later, wearing a Kennedy jersey, as I wrapped my big coat around me. Winter in Philly so far was nothing compared to Winnipeg, but it was still cold out.

I got into the backseat of Dinah’s car.

Dinah sat in the driver’s seat while a petite brunette sat up front. She looked familiar, and I realized that was who Matt and Ty had been with yesterday. That all made sense.

“You hate driving,” I blurted out.

Dinah laughed. “True, but it was the only way to make sure you’d actually come.”

She sped off toward the arena, engulfing the car in silence for several minutes.

The silent brunette turned around after another few minutes of awkward quiet. “Hi! I’m Luna.”