Beck and I stare at each other for a long moment. I recognize several of the guys behind him as his teammates and hear gasps from the other girls in my program as they stop behind me, obviously recognizing the men as well. Despite practicing in their stadium six days a week, as far as I know, I’m the only one who’s encountered a Kluvberg player aside from the one day their practice overlapped with ours a few weeks ago.

“Scott,” Beck states. He’s using his inscrutable voice, so I have no idea if using my last name is an attempt to pretend he doesn’t know me or to tease me.

“Adler,” I reply, just as emotionlessly. A ghost of a smile flitters across his perfect face.

“I thought you were going out with Sophia tonight.” Okay, so it wasn’t the former.

“I had to cancel. We’re… bonding.” I flutter a hand around my companions vaguely.

Beck doesn’t say anything at first. He just studies me, letting his gaze drop to what I’m wearing. The last time he saw me in a dress was the cotton one I wore hiking. That was girl-next-door casual. This is hit-the-dance-floor-with-a-hot-guy gussied. Azure eyes darken to near-navy.

“Have fun,” is all he says before turning and ambling toward a sectioned-off area raised slightly above the rest of the club. His teammates follow.

I turn to the bartender and order a drink, suddenly in desperate need of something to do. I have no idea who chose the venues for tonight, but I’m currently two for two on people I wouldn’t choose to run into on a night out on the town. Granted, the entire team was at that restaurant, but I’ve always prided myself on being the player coaches could count on. Coach Weber didn’t seem overly enthused about my participation in the camp. Is it because she correctly guessed it means I’m involved with Beck?

But I’m more concerned with the most recent encounter. I had no intention of anyone else besides Alexis and Ellie—and Alice since she was in the cab on our way here—having any idea about my involvement with Beck. With one bar-side run-in, any hope of that is gone.

“You know Adler Beck?” Olivia asks incredulously. All the girls in the group are staring at me expectantly.

“Yeah, we’ve met a couple times,” I reply casually. We play in the stadium plastered with his face. That’s believable, right?

“She doesn’t just know him—she’s sleeping with him,” Ellie contributes, downing a shot. Yup, I definitely prefer her sober.

“Really?” Olivia muses, savoring each syllable as though it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever uttered.

I shrug.

“Are you dating him?”

I laugh. “No, of course not.”