The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

“Now that you’re pregnant with his kid, I have a confession.” “Oh, God. Should I sit down? Let me sit down.” I dropped back onto the closed toilet seat lid. “Remember your surprise birthday party a few years ago?” “How could I forget? It’s not every day you get mounds of hors devours dropped on you.” Not only that, but that was the night that changed everything for October and I. It was the first time we had allowed ourselves to be vulnerable with one another—in more ways than one, if you know what I mean. So much changed that night, and looking back, I couldn’t be more grateful for it. “Yeah, sooo, about that… I might have paid that server to bump into you knowing that you’d fall backward into October’s lap.” “What?” I gasped. “You were the one responsible for my twisted ankle? How’s that possible? That server looked so remorseful!” “I know. Who would’ve guessed that I’d ask the one out of work actor, of all people? And in my defense, I didn’t think you’d twist your ankle. I just thought you would fall into his lap and chat or something.” “Or something?” I repeated, like she hadn’t been the one pushing for the two of us to become friends with benefits all along. “I can’t believe you—” “Before you finish that sentence, I should probably tell you I’m also the one who tipped off October about Bobby being weird with you at Lea’s party.” “I can’t be mad about that one.” I lifted a shoulder in a small shrug. “Any other confessions you’d like to startle me with?” “Well, since yo...