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“A smidge better, yes,” I said.

He looked at me closer. “But you’re still upset about something.”

“I think you might know what else is bothering me,” I admitted.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair. “I actually have a question for you.”

“Okay…” I swallowed.

“Why didn’t you make yourself known when you walked in while I was showering?”

Shit. My chest rose and fell as I considered how to answer.

“You were watching me, I assume?”

I closed my eyes in shame.

“It’s okay, you know.” He paused. “I could feel you there.”

My eyes flew open. “Only a bad fucking person would watch her boyfriend’s best friend pleasuring himself.”

Rafe gripped the back of the couch. “Only a bad person would jerk off to thoughts of his best friend’s girl.”

My heart dropped, but I couldn’t even process his admission, because there was a knock at the door. I turned to find Calder standing in the entryway.

“Hey,” he said, taking a few steps inside. “What are you two doing?”

I looked at Rafe, then back at Calder, and faked a smile, acting as casually as I could possibly muster.

Calder’s expression didn’t seem suspicious at all. That meant he couldn’t have heard what Rafe had said just a second ago.

And I’d dodged a bullet.

CHAPTER 16

“You’re home!” I practically launched myself off of Rafe’s couch and into Calder’s arms, wrapping myself around him and kissing him hard.

Ever zone out while driving on the highway and suddenly realize you’ve drifted too close to the shoulder? So you jerk the steering wheel back and end up swerving into the next lane? That was me. I’d overcorrected straight into oncoming traffic.

But Calder didn’t seem to notice. His hand slid to my neck, and he kissed me back with all the passion I was pretending to feel. And just like that, I was making out with my boyfriend in Rafe’s apartment, right in front of him.

I’d gotten myself into this mess, and I couldn’t pull back now. So the kiss lingered…and turned into a full thirty-second make-out session. When it finally broke, heat flooded my face. Rafe still sat on the couch, his expression somewhere between stunned and disgusted. I quickly turned away, unable to even look at him.

Calder patted my ass. “I need to come home from work late more often.”

I attempted to smile, but it felt awkward on my face.

“What’s going on, man?” he said to Rafe.

“Not much.”

“Well, that’s about to change…” Calder reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out three tickets, flashing them with a grin. “We’re going to the Rangers game tonight. Box seats for game three of the playoffs! Our seats are so close, we might get sprayed with blood over the glass, if we’re lucky. My boss was supposed to go with a client, but the guy canceled, so he gave them to me.”

Rafe’s face fell. “I, uh… I’ve actually got—”

“Nope.” Calder pointed at him, shaking his head. “Don’t even try it. You freaking love the Rangers, even more than I do. I’ve been listening to you yell at the TV like a lunatic since we were in kindergarten. And this is the playoffs. We’ve never been to a playoff game.”

“Yeah, but tonight’s not—”