Her gaze whips to the front of the bar as some brown-haired, clean-cut looking guy in a pristine light blue polo shirt comes strolling over to her like they’re best friends. But she doesn’t look happy to see him, and something protective stirs in my chest when I see the way she almost instantly tenses as he stops at our booth.

He smiles at her with practiced charm. “I thought I might find you here after class.”

“Hi, Aaron,” she says flatly as the guy stands staring down at us in the booth, but she won’t look him in the eyes. His gaze darts between the two of us and suspicion flashes on his face, and after a beat, Hannah jumps to explain. “This is Declan. He’s a new player on the Aces. I’m giving him yoga lessons.”

“Oh, so you’re the new rookie I’ve been hearing so much about, huh?”

“Yeah. And who are you?” I ask directly, wondering where the hell this is going and why this guy thinks it’s okay for him to barge into someone else’s conversation.

“I’m Hannah’s boyfriend,” he says, and my brows shoot up my forehead.

I’m not sure I heard him correctly at first, but his smirk widens at my reaction, so he must not be joking. My eyes shoot to Hannah, who’s clutching her drink in both her hands and determinedly staring at the table.

A cold weight settles in my stomach.

Why didn’t Hannah ever think to mention she was seeing someone, now or six months ago? Not that I would’ve been entitled to the information back then, but we’ve spent hours together today, so she had plenty of opportunities to bring it up, especially if she was uncomfortable with giving me private lessons.

Confusion and disappointment war within me, my mind racing. Is this the real reason why she’s been so reserved around me? And was she already seeing this guy when we hooked up that night at Opal and Oak, or did he enter the picture after?

“You know what? I should probably get going,” I tell Hannah and slide up from the booth to fish my wallet out of my pocket and throw some money down on the table for the drinks and onion rings.

Aaron is still smirking at me, so I shoulder past him, putting a little more force in it than I probably should, and stride out of the bar with a heaviness in my chest and my mind buzzing like a hive.

13. Hannah

Chapter 13

Hannah

I watch Declan go with my stomach twisting itself into a painful knot, unable to get the look on his face out of my head.