Page 11 of Rivals

“So come with Julie and me tomorrow. He already sorta knows me since we’ve seen each other at the rink. Julie doesn’t bite, except when appropriate.” He winked and I saw a distinct glint in his eye. “And you can see how he is around other people just hanging out. He certainly fit in the game today.”

“Okay, first, TMI, bro. You don’t hear me talking about what I was doing last night.” I popped him again with a pillow. “You’re right, it went well with the guys today. I’ll call him and see if he’s up for it.”

The garage door opened, meaning that mom and dad were home, no doubt laden with bags since mom had surely been out looking for Christmas bargains.

“Were mom and dad pissed when I didn’t come home last night?” I asked, curious about what grilling I might get.

“Don’t think so. They knew you were going out for coffee. I told them this morning that you stayed over and we were all meeting for the game. Dad never looked up from his reading. Mom had a slight smile. I think all you’ll get is grilled for details since I didn’t offer any. Speaking of, do I get details?”

“Haven’t I told you enough?”

“I guess,” he sounded exasperated.

“Mitchell, you’re back.” Mom’s voice came from downstairs. “Come talk to us.”

“I’ll be down in about five minutes to see if you need to be rescued.” Trevor knew a thousand questions were about to be asked.

“Thanks.”

I extended my fist and he bumped it before I left the room to face the parents and, most likely, discuss my maybe boyfriend.