Fake Dating the Football Player (Most Likely To Book 4) by Sarah Sutton

Author:Sarah Sutton [Sutton, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Golden Crown Publishing, LLC
Published: 2023-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

If I thought I needed to run to school on Tuesday in order to avoid Landon, I really, really wished I could’ve avoided him Wednesday morning. It was almost laughable now. I thought him with his arm propped above me and leaning in was enough to stir weird feelings? Ha, try lying underneath him in a hookup closet, Lacey.

Like, right underneath him.

With his lips on your neck.

Ha.

It also, conveniently enough, was the only thing I could think about last night as I tried to fall asleep. I had absolutely no idea how I was going to face him without my face blazing firetruck red.

“You sure you don’t want a ride?” I asked Hudson as I stood by the window, waiting for Landon’s car to pull up. I tucked my fingers into my sweatshirt sleeves, already chilly from just looking at the rain. “You’ll get soaked as you’re waiting for the bus.”

Hudson, standing slightly behind me, pulled his sweatshirt hood up over his head, drawing the strings tight. “No thanks.”

“I’m sure a short car ride wouldn’t be so—”

“I said, no thanks.”

I turned around and gave him and his stony expression a leveled look. “For someone who was pushing me to date, you could be a bit more supportive.”

“I’m supportive. I just don’t want to carpool.”

“Or maybe there’s someone on the bus you want to see?”

Hudson’s countenance looked like that of a grim reaper—flat, unamused, slightly psychopathic. “Yes. Mrs. Savion.”

“No,” Paisley said suddenly, causing the two of us to turn. She stood at the mouth of the hallway with her yellow raincoat on, though her features were flat as she stared up at us. “His mentor.”

My eyebrows rose, intrigued. “Your mentor rides the same bus, huh?”

Paisley nodded. “She even came over Monday.”

I whirled on my eldest cousin, eyes widening. “Excuse me?”

“No one,” Hudson said in an oddly tense tone, glaring at Paisley, “came over.”

Paisley put a hand on her hip. “Yes, huh. She was waiting at my bus stop and walked with me back to the house because someone forgot to pick me up. She dressed like a grandma.”

“Paisley.” Hudson’s voice was sharp, gaze intense. “Let’s drop it.”

I slapped Hudson hard on the arm, but he didn’t even flinch. “Oh my gosh, you really had a girl over? I can’t believe it. Is hell freezing over? Who are you and what have you done with my Grim Reaper?”

Hudson’s scowl deepened.

“You should’ve told me earlier,” I told Paisley, frowning. “Tell me everything. What did she look like? Was she pretty?”

Paisley’s lips twisted like she wanted to smile, but stopped herself short. “Hudson doesn’t want to talk about it.”

Of course she’d take his side. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Fine, yes, it was my mentor, okay?” Hudson said, detecting the tension. “My…buddy, or whatever. She stopped by. I walked her home. Nothing crazy.”

Uh, it absolutely was crazy. Since I moved into the Bishop house in June, Hudson never had friends over. Not even his closest friends, Derrick or Tee. And yet he invited his mentor over? I wanted to pry—God, did I ever—but Hudson was like a stubborn toddler.

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