7
GABRIELLA
The night went by with no word from Tyler, but Ashleigh did send a text message saying one of the tournament games were starting at noon. Bradley hadn’t bothered to call me, either, which made my heart hurt. The last thing I wanted was to cause him pain.
As I was putting on a pair of my shorts, a knock sounded on the door. It was ten-thirty in the morning, and my heart secretly wished it was Tyler, but I knew that was being a little too optimistic.
However, when I opened the door, I was completely surprised.
“Tyler,” I gasped, “what are you doing here?”
Looking casually sexy in a pair of jeans and a tight red T-shirt, he stalked past me and into my room. “I came here to see you. Where’s Ryley at?” he asked.
“Uh … he’s in his room. We’re not together if that’s what you’re
