CHAPTER 6
BRYCE
We’re at Peeper’s Alley, the bar on the ground level of Cooper, Miles, and Damon’s building, waiting for the boys rather than at the stadium where we’d have to wait with all the jersey-chasers who want to hook up with them tonight. It’s the diviest of all the bars on this end of town, but there’s something comfortable about it. I like that it doesn’t take itself too seriously.
“So, I want the tea on you and Miles. You’re leaving something out.” Elle sips her mixed drink and leans back in the booth.
We’re in the back room of Peeper’s to give the guys some privacy once they join us.
“There is no tea,” I say before tipping my vodka soda.
“You act like I don’t know you. I could read your body language in the locker room, and be careful because Coop can too. If he saw what
