Pucking Around (Jacksonville Rays, #1)

by Emily Rath

“I don’t know how to do this,” he says. “I can’t—” He groans, tugging on the bill of his hat. “I’m a shitty liar, Rach. The guys don’t even let me play poker anymore because they say it’s like taking candy from a baby. I’ll try,” he adds. “I’ll…I won’t say anything about us. But I’m not a good liar.” “Okay.” I don’t know what else there is to say. “At the very least, Caleb is gonna see right through me,” he adds. “We don’t have secrets, Rachel.” I glance up at him. There’s something in his tone—worry, jealousy, pain. He’s right, he wears every emotion on his sleeve. But why is he jealous? “Just ask me,” I say, desperate to relieve that look of pain. He glances up and down the empty hallway before blurting, “Did you fuck Caleb?” My eyes go wide. “What?” “Last night, did you—” He groans again. “Fuck, I think I can take it. Just say it. Rip the band-aid off.” “Jake, no,” I say, placing my hand on his arm. But then my indignation rises. “Did he tell you that we did—” “No,” he says quickly. “No, he didn’t tell me anything about what happened last night…but something did happen between you,” he adds. “Didn’t it?”