Kincaid.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
COOPER
“Coop, it’s your serve,” Steph says expectantly.
“I’m out,” I tell the group, throwing up my hands. I seek out my brother’s eyes on the other side of the net.
“Evan” is all I have to say for him to jog to my side. When I nod in Mac’s direction, his expression darkens.
“Fuck,” he curses.
“I know.”
Trying to look like we’re not in too much of a hurry, we make our way over there to protests from our teams for walking off the game. Screw the game. My ass is about to be in deep shit if this goes sideways.
“How are we playing this?” Evan murmurs.
“Not sure. Follow my lead.” As we approach the water’s edge, it occurs to me that it might’ve been better if I’d pretended not to notice Kincaid and kept my distance, camouflaged myself in the group of volleyball players. But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving Mac hanging with that asshole around.
“There a problem here?” Putting my arm around Mac’s shoulder, I square up to Kincaid, who is conspicuously alone.
A moment of confusion crosses his face as he recognizes me. It was probably too much to hope he had forgotten all about me.
His eyes narrow as he does the math in his head.
“Hang on, this is the guy?” he demands, his head swiveling back to Mackenzie.
Mac shoots me a frustrated glare. She notices Evan lingering nearby and lets out a sigh. “Yes, this is the guy. And now we’re leaving. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Pres.”
“Hang on a minute.” He sounds incensed as we start to walk away. “This is goddamn convenient. I know this loser.”
I feel Mac stiffen slightly. She stops, turning toward her ex. “What are you talking about?”
Kincaid meets my eyes with a pompous smirk. “She has no idea, does she?”
I have a split second to decide. Deep down, though, I know there’s no choice, at least not with Kincaid here providing an audience.
So I say, “Am I supposed to know you?”
No one plays dumb better than a kid who pulled the twin swap on damn near every algebra test in school.
“Yeah, nice try, bro.” He returns his attention to Mac. “Let me guess, this guy showed up right after you got to town? Some friendly townie you happened to run into on a night out with the girls. Stop me if this sounds familiar.”
A frown touches her lips. “Cooper, what is he talking about?”
The second she fixes her concerned green eyes at me, my mouth turns to sand. Acid rises in my stomach.
“No idea,” I lie.
I scare myself with how easily I can lie to her. How convincingly the words slide out of my mouth. Not the slightest flinch.
“Mackenzie, babe, listen to me.” Kincaid reaches out to touch her, and it takes a hell of an effort to not break his hand as I step between them. Mouth flattening, he drops his arm. “The weekend before school started, this guy picked a fight with me in a bar and I got him fired on the spot. Remember? I had a black eye when I helped you move into the dorm?”
“You told me you got it playing basketball,” she accuses with no small amount of venom in her voice.
“Yeah, okay, I lied.” He concedes the point grudgingly, hurrying to make his case as Mac’s crossed arms and lack of eye contact say he’s losing her interest quickly. “But I’m not lying now.”
“How am I supposed to tell the difference?” Nobody matches up to Mac in a battle of attrition. She’d argue all day about the number of clouds in the sky just to be right.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He’s losing his patience, tossing his hands in the air. “He’s only fucking you to get back at me.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” If I can’t put his face in the sand and end this here, I’m not sticking around to let him blow up my life. “You need to get outta here, man. Leave her alone.”
“Mackenzie, come on,” he pleads. “You’re not seriously falling for his BS, right? I know you’re young, but you can’t be this stupid.”
That does it. The thick accents of condescension trigger Mac’s last nerve, and her expression grows stormy.
“The dumbest thing I ever did was dating you for so long,” she retorts. “Fortunately, that’s not a decision I have to live with.”
She tears off toward our group, brushing past Evan. As the two of us fall in line behind her, I have a vivid flashback to the many times we got marched to the principal’s office by our teachers. I feel rather than see Evan asking me if we’re good, but I don’t have an answer until we reach our patch of sand and Mac spins on me.
“Out with it,” she orders.
“With what?”
Even as I stonewall her, I wonder if this is the moment I should come clean. Admit I had less than honorable intentions at first, but that things changed after we met.