Hooked (TKO #2) by Ana Layne

won’t tell me herself? Hell, what if Hilary isn’t even confiding in her? Raegan is an easygoing girl, and her personality basically screams, hey, talk to me and tell me all your problems.
    I’m pretty sure they have some sort of girl code where they know this kind of stuff, and hopefully Hilary is eating out of the palm of her hand.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
     
    After the little bit of sparring and lifting I’ve done today, my body is aching. The burn only fuels me to want to return to the swing of things. It’s funny how just missing a few days makes an impact on everything. Tomorrow I’ll be back, and this aching will slowly fade. Hopefully this hurt inside will also fade. I’m dying to know everything Raegan and Hilary have talked about. For once, I want to hear something good, something worthwhile. Something to tell me that what I’m fighting for isn’t just some joke.
    I thank Howard again on my way out the door, and drive home to shower. My heart is racing, and I’m nervous. The shower seems to last forever even though I’m in and out in a matter of minutes. I throw on a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. With my wallet and keys in hand, I jolt out the front door and drive like crazy to Garrett and Raegan’s apartment.
    I walk in as if I own the place. That’s the beauty of going to your best friend’s house. No need to knock. I know Garrett hasn’t been home too long which means he hasn’t had time to seduce Raegan, or whatever it is those two love birds do.
    Raegan looks up from her phone, and gives me a nod. As badly as I want to get information from her, I walk over to Garrett. He’s standing in the kitchen pouring Raegan a glass of tea. He grabs two beers from the fridge for us, and leads the way to the couch where Raegan is still focused on her phone. Her fingers move swiftly across the screen, not missing a single beat. She glances up to thank Garrett for the tea, but it sits untouched on the coffee table.
    We sit in silence except for the constant tapping on the screen of Raegan’s phone. Garrett clears his throat, causing me to startle, and Raegan looks up smiling politely as she sets her phone on the table. Reaching for her tea, she takes a sip or two. Her phone lights up, and Hilary’s name shines brightly. I want to reach over and grab the phone to find out everything I want to know, but I don’t. Garrett would probably lose his shit. It’s bad enough he may not be pleased with Raegan or me when all the messages are revealed.
    “Did you order the pizza, babe?” he asks, breaking the silence.
    “I sure did. It should be here any minute now,” she says.
    “Good, I’m starving.” I chime in, hoping to make this seem like a normal conversation. I want to jump into everything else, but I have to remember to take baby steps with this. I have no clue what the hell those messages say. Am I ready for it?
    “I knew you two would be hungry so I ordered right before you got here. Happy to be back, Lance?”
    All attention is on me, and I know I should just smile and say yes. Speaking may not be in my best interest right now.
    “You know it. Seems these assholes had a bet going on me.”
    “Garrett, you lost the bet?” she asks, wearing a frown.
    “You were betting on me, too? Geez, Raegan, I thought you and I were on the same page.”
    “We are, but it was just a bet. A bet Garrett lost.”
    “Enough, you two,” Garrett says, just as the doorbell rings. “That would be dinner. I’ll be right back.”
    As he walks to the door, Raegan reaches for her phone.
    “You’ve been talking to her?” I ask impatiently.
    “Uh, yeah. We’ve been talking a lot, actually.”
    Before I can pry, Garrett returns with two boxes of pizza. My stomach growls, and for a moment, I’m able to forget what Raegan and I were just getting ready to discuss. Garrett opens the first box of pizza, and we all dive in like a pack of wolves. The first bite taste heavenly as the marinara