Playing the Enemy: The Trouble With Tomboys #1 by Dallen Maggie

Author:Dallen, Maggie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Hannah

Was I too old to be playing Mario Kart with Bentley?

No.

Never.

I would never ever be too old for Mario Kart. Or for Bentley, for that matter.

What I was too old for was my father’s nickname for me.

“Bubby, you’ve got a visitor,” he called out from the kitchen.

I cringed at the name and at the fact that whoever this visitor was, they’d just heard it. Granted, it was probably Rose. My BFF was the only one of my friends who’d just drop by unannounced at this time of night.

Still, Rose would spend at least twenty minutes calling me Bubby until I tackled her into submission. Bentley grinned at me as I uncrossed my legs and got up off the floor.

“Yeah, you better run. I’m about to kick your butt, Bubby.” The age-old, much despised nickname was followed by his laughter, which could only be described as evil.

I sighed and wiped popcorn crumbs off my favorite faded sleep T-shirt and yoga pants. “I swear, Rose,” I said as I headed toward the front entry. “I will take you down and lay you flat if you call me—” I froze in mid-step.

“Bubby?” River’s smug smile had my heart flipping and butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

“Um…” I could barely breathe let alone think. What was he doing here?

River moved forward from where he’d been leaning against the front door, cocking his head to the side as one corner of his mouth hitched up in the sexiest little lopsided smile I’d ever seen. “Tell me again what you’ll do to me if I call you Bubby?”

I blinked furiously as he kept moving toward me, not stopping until he was mere inches in front of me. My ribcage felt too tight; my lungs couldn’t expand. My old faded camp shirt felt like a corset. “W-what are you doing here?”

His eyes flickered over me and his smile grew. “Nice T-shirt.”

I resisted the urge to look down. It was a relic from my summer with Alex and Jordan and their names were scrawled across it in permanent marker, along with our adopted slogan, “the trouble with tomboys…”

I loved this shirt, but right now it was too tight, and too thin. I crossed my arms over my chest with a frown. The last time we’d talked one on one he’d insulted me, and after today’s run-in with Caleb, I didn’t have it in me to be pleasant. “What are you doing here?”

He held out a white shopping bag. “I come in peace.”

I eyed him with suspicion for another second before taking it from him. When I looked inside, some of my defensive anger faded in the face of pleasure. “My uniform.”

“You’ll need it for the game this weekend.”

My grip tightened on the bag. The game. Where I would see Caleb.

Yeah, that should be fun.

“You okay?”

I looked up in surprise. “Yeah, of course. I’m great.”

He nodded slowly. “Great, huh?”

I pursed my lips, not quite able to bring myself to repeat that lie. I let out a long breath. “It’s been a long day.

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