I suck in a deep breath. “I overheard the twins asking him about traveling with Cooper full-time, and he hadn’t made up his mind at that point. So I pushed him away and stupidly brought a date to his birthday party. I honestly didn’t know it was his birthday, though, so I wasn’t trying to be a bitch. Anyway, he confronted me about it, and I told him I’d moved on, and he should too. So what did he do?”

I glance at them. “He brings Sarah motherfucking Cooke to the Fourth of July party. She was so hateful to me growing up and did some messed-up things just because she could.”

Rowan shakes her head. “Maze. You told him to move on, and he did.”

I throw my hands up in the air. “I know. I’m a damn idiot, and now I don’t know what to do to fix this. I’ve messed up big time, and I’ve realized this entire time that he deserves better from me, but I’m scared.”

“I was actually pissed when I saw Sarah there,” Kenzie admits. “And she was being so flirty and touchy. I wonder if they had sex afterward.”

Elle throws a pillow at Kenzie. “That is not helpful. Gavin is a gentleman, so I bet even if she begged him, he would’ve denied her. I’d bet money on it.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he did either,” Rowan says, bringing us more shots, then continues. “Gavin’s more mature than that. He didn’t seem like he was that into her. After you two had your little confrontation, I watched him. Each time she tried to make a move, he tensed. He was playing games with you, Maize. It was so obvious.”

We gulp down the tequila, and I try to think back to Saturday. I was in a blind rage and didn’t notice the way he reacted to her. I just saw the two of them together, and that was it. Shaking my head, I roll my eyes. “If he did that…”

“Wait, so is he going to travel with Cooper?” Elle asks. “Did you ask him?”

“I’m pretty sure he is because Uncle Jackson mentioned he was looking for another trainer. Why would they need someone else if Gavin wasn’t planning to leave? I thought about it, and that’s the only solution. It’s not like I can just come out and ask him because we’re not really on speaking terms at the moment,” I explain.

“That does make sense, but it could be coincidental.” Elle places a hand on mine. “I’m sorry. Men are dickheads.”

“Speaking of dickheads, how’s that boss of yours?” Kenzie asks.

“I am not talking about him tonight. This is about Maize, not me,” she announces.