Hockey With Benefits(67)

“I’m sorry, Kit.”

Her eyes filled up with tears, but she brushed her hand over her face. “It’s whatever. Done with by now. About time too.”

I pulled my phone out.

“What are you doing?”

I hit send, then turned my phone around to show Kit and Zeke.

Me: Brian, a heads-up. Ria fucked Kit’s boyfriend with Penny all weekend long. Kit told me. Thought you’d like to know.

“That’s very messy of you.” Kit grinned.

My phone buzzed back as I shrugged.

Brian: Thanks for the heads-up, but I knew. Got a steady girlfriend now. Not Ria.

I chuckled, showing Kit and Zeke the phone again.

“Right on. Good for my boy.”

I asked Kit, “How’d you find out?”

“Saw that they were at his college for the weekend and got suspicious. You’re the only one that doesn’t keep in touch. Everyone else is hooked in on a group chat and they tell us where they’re partying. Also, I’m not counting Blaise because he hated everyone except you two in school. But anyways, I called around, finally got his roommate on the phone and threatened him. His girlfriend is a Kappa, and the roommate spilled the beans. Told me everything. They made a video.”

“Wait. What?” I jerked upright.

“His roommate sent it to me.” Her shoulders slumped even farther down. “I watched it. He was fucking Penny when I called, and he put me on speaker as he finished. You can see Ria cracking up in the background, but he stuffs a pillow over her mouth.”

“Is there sound?”

She shook her head. “One good thing about the whole thing, but no. No sound, just video.”

“Um–” Zeke held up a finger.

“I’m not sending it to you.”

Zeke pouted.

“I deleted it anyway, all of it. The roommate said it was just the one copy. I don’t think Ria and Penny know, but I’m not releasing that. That’s just messed up.”

“True.” Zeke shook his head, sighing. “That sounds hot, though.”

“What are you guys talking about down here?” Wade came to our end, pulling an empty chair over from another table and flipping it around. He dropped down, resting his arms over the back as he straddled it.

Kit looked around, but her friend had rejoined their booth.

“Yo, man.”

“Yo.” Wade gave Zeke a chin-up nod.

“Zeke,” Skylar called for his attention, so Zeke tuned in her way.

Kit was saying to Wade, “I was just telling Mara about how I’m newly and really real single now.”

Wade’s grin was slow as he glanced between us. “What does ‘really real’ mean versus just being single?”

I snorted a laugh.

Kit shrugged, seemingly appeased by now, “Just a relationship that was on and off and now it’s very, very off. Permanently.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever. I didn’t lose too much on him.”

“Ah.” Wade’s eyes filled with understanding. “One of those types of relationships.”

“Yep.”

“And you?” His question was directed at me.

I sucked in my breath, knowing these questions would be coming, but I wanted to keep the conversation about Kit. “What about me?”

I’m none of your business. I’m no one’s business.

“You and the hockey player? You guys a thing now?”

I frowned, lifting a tight shoulder. “It is what it is.” Totally not an answer, but that wasn’t a question I had plans to answer.

Wade frowned.

Kit’s eyebrows slammed down.

“I knew before the pictures came out.”

“What?”

“Saw him leaving your place one night. It was obvious what he’d just done.”

I frowned. “He saw you?”

He nodded. “I said something to him.”

“What’d you say?”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. He told me it’s none of my business and he was right, it wasn’t. Isn’t. But couldn’t help picking up on weird tension with you lately. You and him okay?”

Kit started laughing.

Wade threw her a weird look.

“Sorry.” Her hands went up, but she couldn’t stop laughing. “Mara doesn’t do personal. You don’t know your roommate if you’re asking about who she’s fucking. Mara never wants anyone to know anything about her life, which made me feel horrible when I found out about your mo–”

“Stop!” I snapped out, cutting her off.

My heart started pounding.

Confusion flashed over her face. “But–”

“That shit never needs to be talked about.”

I felt my mom. It was like she was there, in the room, and she was making a scene like she used to when I was a kid.

Wade knew about her, just not that she’d really been my mom. He and the others only asked the next day about the ‘con woman,’ but that’d been it. I told them it worked, and she went away.

I hadn’t enjoyed lying, but it was easier.

Normal moms were precious, and cherished. They were loving.

Not mine.