“Doubt it,” I muttered. Truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about Troy’s plea for me to come to tonight’s game and what on earth he was planning. He’d called just before my shift ended last night, and though I hadn’t actually agreed to come, somehow, I knew he was expecting me.

“Troy asked me to go to his game tonight,” I bit my lip and waited for her to grill me about what was going on with us. But she just watched me, sipping her coffee slowly.

“I know I shouldn’t go.”

“I agree. The guy needs to come right out and say what he wants instead of dragging you to his games like you’re some groupie.”

“He said he’s going to give me what I was after that night at the bar.”

Her brows drew together. “Does he know what that is? Cause I’m not sure you knew.”

I shook my head, hardly hearing what she was saying. “I know I shouldn’t go,” I repeated.

“What are you afraid of? That he’s plotting a hookup in the halls again just to spite you?”

“I don’t know, but he did say I could bring a friend…” I raised my brows to her.

Nic’s eyes went wide. “Oh, this I’ve got to see. What time?”

“Seven.”

“Perfect, we’ll grab dinner after work and head over.”

My stomach flipped in excitement and twisted in dread.

These mixed feelings were going to be the end of me and I needed to put a stop to them after tonight.

“Oh you’ve made it to another one, huh?” The guy who was sitting in the same seats to my right chuckled. He and his girlfriend or wife were here for last weeks’ game too. I hadn’t talked much then and they seemed very disinterested in speaking to me all the same.

“Excuse me?” I asked, slipping into my seat, with Nic following behind me.

The woman next to him slapped his forearm with the back of her hand and leaned over him. “Don’t pay attention to my husband, he’s just living vicariously through Hartman and his…” she scanned me and winced slightly, “never mind…welcome back, hun.”

I glanced back at Nic, who rolled her eyes and shook her head, situating herself next to me.

“Who are you here for?” I asked.

“Simmons. That’s my brother,” the woman said. “I’m Mila.”

“Harper.”

“You’re a pretty one.” She shook her husband’s arm. “Babe switch seats with me, I want to sit next to Harper.”

He shook his head and stood, letting her slide in beside me. “It’s cool you’re here again,” she looked me up and down. “And you’re dressed for it. Usually the girls Troy has here look like they’re ready for an after party.”