The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

Actually, she hadn’t said enough.

“Listen, you can either help me or I can find out myself.”

“Why is this so important to you?” Felicity stared up at me as if I’d lost my damn mind.

And it occurred to me, maybe I had.

But I saw something in Mya, felt it every time I was around her. I couldn’t explain it, but I couldn’t just ignore it either. Especially not since my two best friends had gone and gotten themselves loved up.

“Do you actually like her, or is this just some game, because I’m not—”

“Come on, Flick, you know me better than that. I like her, okay? There’s something in her eyes…” I swallowed the words, realizing how fucking stupid I sounded. “She ever talk about me?”

“I...”

“Shit, don’t answer that.” I’d obviously misread the situation. Way to go, jackass.

“Want my advice?” Felicity asked.

“Always.”

“Don’t force it. If it’s meant to be, things will find a way of working themselves out. And if it’s not meant to be, you can still be friends. Besides, it’s not like Mya will be here forever. She’ll have to go home eventually and then there’s college.”

My chest tightened at that. I hadn’t really given much thought to what happened down the line. Focusing only on what happened now.

Or what I wanted to happen.

“You can’t escape destiny,” I said with arrogant conviction, earning me a snicker from Flick.

“And you and Mya are destiny?”

“Written in the stars, baby. She’s running from her past. I’m...” Shit. I swallowed the words but there was no avoiding Felicity’s scrutinizing gaze.

“You’re what?”

“Nothing. Thanks for the help. I’ll catch you later?”

“Later?” Her face paled.

“Yeah, you guys are still coming over, right? I thought we were having a movie night?” And since I was the only one with the home movie theater, we usually crashed at mine.

“I...”

“You have other plans.” My chest tightened.

“It’s just with this exhibition game and Jason walking around like a bear with a sore head, I wanted to do something to cheer him up.”

“Hey, you can be cheery at my house… aaaand you don’t mean that kind of cheering up. You mean cheer-sex.”

“Asher!” The skin along her neck flushed pink.

“Fine. Go cheer-sex your guy. I guess I’ll make do with Hailee and Cameron.”

“Hmm...” Guilt flashed in her eyes and I groaned.

“Let me guess. The cheer-sex stuff comes after a double date?”

“We just didn’t think you’d want to—”