Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(49)
A few people pass me as they enter the building I’m standing just outside of. One of them is a teammate who smacks my shoulder and gestures toward the door, but I wave him off.
Bubbles appear at the bottom of the screen as I take a big bite of my sandwich and wait for her reply.
Blondie: I’m not sure…
Me: I’ll let you choose the movie
The guys will probably join us and complain about it, but they can suck it up for a night.
Me: Caleb is making his famous fish tacos
I overheard Sky tell Olive how much she missed fish tacos back in Cali, so it was worth a shot. I’d say about anything to get a few extra hours with her.
Blondie: Fish tacos, huh?
I grin, knowing I got her.
Me: I’ll pick you up. Name the time
Walking into the building with a grin on my face, I fist bump Caleb and drop onto the bench in the locker room.
“Dude, it’s gross you’re eating in here,” he remarks, staring at my half-eaten lunch.
I shrug a shoulder. “I need a favor.”
His brows go up as he changes.
“I need you to make fish tacos tonight.”
Caleb smacks my back as he exits the kitchen, his keys in hand as he walks over to his girlfriend by the door. Raine gives me a wave and peeks at the brunette currently sitting on the couch scrolling through Netflix before a secretive smile tilts her lips. I eye her to stay quiet, she giggles, and the two lovebirds head out to her place for the night.
I don’t know where Aiden and Ivy are, but when I brought up the movie night I was glad when he said they wouldn’t be around for it. Brady is at the library studying his ass off because he’s stressed about some exam he has bright and early on Monday, and the rest of the guys aren’t my problem.
Walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn, I drop into the spot beside Sky leaving enough room to set the snack between us. If she knows it’s just us, she doesn’t say anything, and I’m afraid to offer the information in case she chooses to bolt.
“Find anything?” My eyes go to the screen as she reads the description of some awful-sounding mystery movie featuring a comedian as one of the lead roles.
“Not yet. Are you against a family movie?”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, distracting me from the outlandish question. I pull my cell out and grin at the screen. “No. Choose whatever you want. I’m good with anything.”
Grandma M: Your mother told me you weren’t coming home right away for Thanksgiving. After everything I’ve done for you boy…
Me: We have a game against Wilson Reed that weekend
My grandma has an unhealthy appetite for competitions, and the problem with mine against the Wilson Reed Raiders is that I’m not sure Grandma Meadow would root for Lindon.
The Raiders are from Massachusetts, and the older woman who could whoop my ass on any given day says it’s woven into her existence to be loyal to any Mass sports team, no questions asked. It doesn’t matter that her only grandson plays for a New York team.
Ma thought her mother was going to have a heart attack when I surprised her with tickets to the Red Sox game that would end in their fourth World Series title back in 2018. I’d managed to get tickets for the three of us and the world exploded around us when the game ended. You could hear the whole fucking city celebrating for days afterward.
Grandma M: No wonder she told me we couldn’t go
I snicker. Ma knows Grandma would be wearing my number but waving a Raider’s foam finger in the air. It wouldn’t go over well.
“What’s so funny?” Sky asks, eyeing my phone for a moment as she crosses her legs under herself to get comfortable.
I wave my phone. “The traitor I’m talking to is a Raider’s fan—that’s our enemy over at Wilson Reed. If she came to our game in a couple weeks, she’d cheer for them.”
Her eyes go back to the TV screen. “She?”
Not wanting to read into her mumbled inquiry, I fight off the crooked grin that wavers on my face. “Yeah. Grandma Meadow. I mentioned her before. You two would get along. Wouldn’t be surprised if she had you waving a Raiders flag.”
Clarity eases her tight shoulders until she settles into the couch cushion, and I know it’s jealousy subsiding. “Oh.” There’s a pause as she scans a kids’ movie I watched when I was little. “You two seem close.”
I nod, smiling over the thought of the crazy sixty-four-year-old. “My grandma is badass. Even my friends love her because you never know what to expect. The woman is obsessed with reality TV and those annoying gossip table shows that spew rumors about celebrities all the time. Once, I saw her watching one of those tattoo shows, and I think she was considering getting some ink.”
The smile on her face is light as she watches me talk about my grandmother. “I didn’t know my grandparents, so you’re lucky. They died when I was too little to remember them. But my sisters said they were all snobby, so maybe it’s not a bad thing. My mom’s parents came from nothing and didn’t like that my father started making a fortune from some investments he made early on. I guess they thought their wealth changed them.” She lifts her shoulders. “All I know is who my family is with money. Maybe they were different. Money tends to change people.”