Martin snorts. “You were totally out of it out there. I would think you got dumped except you don’t date.”
The room breaks into low chuckles and before I can fire back, Luke jumps in.
“You can’t be so sure about that,” he says, his eyebrows lifting. “Word is he’s going for Justin’s sister. Must be serious, huh?”
“Wait, what?” Martin straightens on the bench, his eyes wide. “You’re hooking up with a teammate’s sister? The Justin?”
I plant my hands on my hips. “Why are you automatically assuming we’ve f****d?”
“Because we know you,” Luke says, grinning. “The only thing surprising is that Justin hasn’t already given you a black eye for touching his sister. I mean, does he even know?”
“And why her?” Martin cuts in, his head tilted. He hesitates just long enough for me to hate whatever’s
