Under the Lights by Stacey Shannon

Author:Stacey, Shannon [Stacey, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2015-04-30T07:00:00+00:00

11

Chase spent some time silently lecturing himself in the mirror before heading downstairs to face the McDonnells. It was kind of important he not look like a man who’d had amazing sex the night before, but it would take some effort to hide it.

The kitchen was empty when he finally went down, so he poured himself a cup of coffee. He could hear movement and knew somebody was in the house. After plucking a spoon from the dish drainer, he added sugar and grabbed the milk from the fridge.

“Good morning, Chase,” Mrs. McDonnell said when she walked in and saw him at the counter.

“Good morning. I’m sorry I came in a little late last night,” he said, maybe taking a little too long to stir his coffee so he had a reason not to look up. “I tried to be quiet, but I ran into an old friend and started catching up and time got away from us.”

It wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t exactly a lie, either, which he wanted to avoid if at all possible. Maybe it was a stretch to call Kelly an old friend, and he didn’t want to admit what they’d been catching up on, but time had definitely gotten away from them.

Was it his imagination or was Mrs. McDonnell’s smile a little tight this morning? “I told you, we’re pretty sound sleepers.”

“Where’s Coach?”

“He went out on an emergency call. I think the only thing worse than Sunday morning calls are holiday calls.”

“I would have gone with him if I’d known. I could have given him a hand.”

She shrugged. “Would you like some breakfast?”

He was starving, but he had too much guilt going on this morning where she was concerned to ask her to cook for him, too. “I’m heading to O’Rourke’s, actually, but thank you.”

“Give them my best.” She took her grocery list pad and a pen and opened the pantry door.

Chase drank the coffee as quickly as he could and got out of there. He knew it was probably his imagination—or guilty conscience, maybe—but Mrs. McDonnell didn’t seem as warm as usual. If knowing he’d been with Kelly was at the root of it, he dreaded what Coach’s reaction would be.

Once he hit the front porch, he sent texts to the guys, letting them know he was buying breakfast if anybody wanted in, but only Alex and Sam were free. Since they were farther away and he didn’t want to go back into the house, Chase killed some time by walking to the restaurant.

Because he had to stop and talk to what seemed like a million people, the guys already had a table when he arrived. He slid into the booth next to Alex, since Sam was wider, and gratefully accepted a full coffee mug from their server.

He looked across the table at Sam, who looked tired as hell. “You look like shit.”

“Good morning.”

“Yeah, good morning. You look like shit.”

Sam shrugged. “Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

Unlike Chase, who’d slept like a rock once he’d left Kelly’s apartment and snuck into Coach’s house.

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