Page 53 of Breakaway
Ding-dong!
“Pizza is here!” Katie jumped up from the floor and ran to the door to collect the pizza. On her way back to the couch, she already had a slice out of the box and she was taking a bite as she set the box down on the coffee table.
“So what do you think?” Morgan asked.
“About you moving? Right, sorry. You know me when I get hockey boys on the brain.” She made a goofy face. “I know I don’t know you all that well, but I am kind of shocked. Because you and Travis haven’t been together all that long. I get it if the sex was that good—I’d probably consider moving, too.”
“I’m serious, that’s not why I’m doing it. There’s no room right now in the Renegades organization for me, and sports PR is what I want to get into. The Falcons have an opening. It’s like fate.”
“And you’re sure about this?”
“Absolutely. It’s time for me to get my own place. And I’m sure my uncle wouldn’t mind getting me out of his hair—not that he thinks I’m in the way, but I’m like this weird guest that never leaves. I’m sure they’ll be happy to get things back to normal. But my uncle isn’t completely happy about it.”
“I’m sure they’ll miss you, but they’ll get over it. And it’s not that far that you can’t come back to visit, right?”
“Yeah, you’re right. There’s one more thing.”
“What?” Katie smirked expectantly.
“Travis told me he was falling for me.”
“Oh? Well this is new information!”
“Yeah. We were in bed, you know, saying goodbye.”
“As one does,” Katie teased.
“And he just said it.”
“Do you think he just said it to get you to—”
“No, it was after that. I’m pretty sure he meant it.”
“And?”
“And I said it back. I really have fallen for him. I didn’t mean to; I just did.” She was grinning like a fool, but she couldn’t help it.
Katie’s phone buzzed with notifications, and she jumped up to look.
“Important?”
“No.” She waved Morgan off. “Just hockey stuff. I have it set so I get notifications to any new social media stuff.”
Morgan didn’t understand her friend, but whatever made her happy. She took a bite of pizza, very satisfied with her life at the moment. Everything was falling into place, finally.
“Oh, no,” Katie whispered, as she scrolled through her phone.
“What? Did one of your hockey booty calls run off and tie the knot or something?” Morgan teased, but the unchanged expression on Katie’s face began to concern her.
“You need to see this.” Katie handed her the phone.
“Katie, what am I looking—” As soon as she looked at the phone, she didn’t have to finish her question. She was staring at social media posts of the Falcons players at a nightclub. That wouldn’t have been the worst thing, except then there were posts of Travis with different girls, one with a girl looking as though she were about to kiss Travis, and another post of a blonde looking very cozy with Travis. They were posted by random girls, probably bunnies, and Travis along with some of the other guys were tagged in the Instagram posts.
“Morgan, maybe there’s a good explanation?” Katie tried to appease her.
“A good explanation for one after another social media posts of the Falcons guys partying with puck bunnies? Specifically Travis and Ben?”
“Well, the other guys are there, too. JJ has three girls hanging off him,” Katie added.