41. I'll Take Care of Him

“Nothing!” I blurt out, turning around to face Jude. He is standing in the doorway, his gaze switching from me to Cole. Shit. Did I not close the door? How long has he been standing there?

Jude’s brows pull together. “Are you talking about Brent Harvey?”

“What? No!” I deny. “We were just…just–”

“You were,” he says, his eyes narrowing. He walks into the room. He gestures to his phone and addresses Cole. “Did you do this?”

“No,” Cole says.

“But you know who did.”

Cole shrugs. “Maybe.”

Looks like we are both terrible liars. At least I tried.

“And what does it have to do with Jo?”

“Nothing,” I say.

Jude looks at me. “Is that so? What business does Cole have with him that has nothing to do with you?”

I cross my arms over my chest. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“What doesn’t matter anymore?” Jude asks.

“He was an asshole to her, and I taught him a lesson, that’s all,” Cole says.

“A lesson,” Jude deadpans. “He might never play ball again.”

“What do you care?” Cole asks. “Are you a fan?”

Jude