Josh
The run hadn’t cleared his mind the way he hoped it would, but it was late. One more set of stairs and he called it. Time for bed.
He headed to his suite, debating a stop at Britney’s room when Teagan stepped out of it looking… weird.
“How was girls’ night?” he asked in a low voice. If Brit heard them talking, she’d come flying out to investigate.
“Total blast,” she said.
It clearly hadn’t been, but she was pretending so he would, too. “Did you comb each other’s hair and talk about boys?”
“Yeah. Except for the hair part.” Teagan dropped her sarcastic tone, shot a look at Britney’s door, and dropped her voice low. “She thinks there’s something up with you and me and wants me as far away from you as possible. I told her that was ridiculous.”
Josh shook his head. She didn’t think it was ridiculous and they both knew it. “Is it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Teagan.” He’d had enough. “What are we doing here? Are you telling me you don’t think about the night at the docks?”
He watched her face soften as she relived the memory, felt that same lightning bolt of connection when her eyes shot to his.
“Shit,” Teagan said, panic setting in. “This is a problem.”
“You’re telling me. I have a girlfriend!”
She shushed him, beckoning to him to move farther down the hall. “I maybe have something with Cam.”
“You do?” He’d suspected. Known, really. Hadn’t liked it.
“These are not good feelings to have,” Teagan said, pointing between the two of them.
“Well deduced, Sherlock.”
Teagan’s phone pinged. She read it and freaked. “It’s her!”
“Well, don’t answer it.” Figuring out how to handle this crisis was the priority here. “I don’t want to do anything behind Britney’s back.”
“Neither do I. That girl is terrifying!”
Right. Cool. Okay. They could do this. What had happened at the lake was a freak occurrence.
Two people having a crisis, overcoming the odds together.
It didn’t mean they needed to blow up their lives and go all Romeo and Juliet on each other.
Too much was at stake. He put his hand out. “Just friends?”
She shook it. “Friends.”
She pulled her hand away before the current humming between them had a chance to turn into anything else.
A smart move. Romeo and Juliet hadn’t ended well. For either of them.