I stumbled as I tried to move. “He’s supposed to stay away from me, but that hasn’t stopped him before.”
“Dean, I’ll call you back,” Maverick hissed. “Do you think he knows who Andy is? I have to get my kid.”
Matthias grabbed the back of his sweatshirt. “We’ll get him and Leo. Stop.” He had his own phone in his hand. “I’m calling Killian.”
My legs felt like they might give out, and I might have gone down if Noel hadn’t caught me. I needed CC. I needed him to tell me this would be okay. That it wasn’t Ty, and that no one would hurt those boys, and that it was just my imagination.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Carson
My heart was so full. Seeing Ezra making friends with my friends and the smile on his face when he left had never made me so happy. Well, that might not be completely true. Being with Ezra made me happy. But I liked seeing him like that. Smiling, laughing, having a good time, and just being himself.
I had been so pissed at Holt and the way he attacked Ezra the way he had. Before Ez had woken up and heard us, I was prepared to end my career if it came down to it. That’s how much my boyfriend meant to me. I would have, too, if they hadn’t worked things out.
“CC, you with us?” Killian nudged my foot under the table and grinned when I flipped him off. “When are you planning on making an honest man out of the little dude?”
I felt my cheeks heat “Soon.”
“That so?” Watts leaned back in his chair. “You have a ring?”
The knock at the door had me getting up, and when I opened it, I found Jackson standing there, along with a blond-haired, blue-eyed man I didn’t recognize.
“This is Wyatt.” Jackson stormed in angrily, with Wyatt following behind him.
“Uh, hey.” I watched as both of them went over to Killian and Watts. Was Wyatt one of his players or just a friend? You know what; it didn’t matter. He was more than welcome to hang out here.
Watts jutted his chin at Jackson. “Hey, man.”
He was waiting for a call from his lawyer to see what we could to do file charges against Ty. I had yet to watch the video, and I would avoid it at all costs, but Killian had. He said it was pretty bad, and that, yes, Ty had put his hands on Ezra.
“Guys, this is Wyatt Murray,” Jackson announced. “He’s been traded to the Panthers.”
Wyatt dropped his chin and stared down at his shoes, shifting his weight back and forth. I didn’t know a lot about hockey, but that seemed odd in the middle of December.
Killian folded his arms over his chest. “Now? Isn’t it kind of a strange time? I mean, I’ve been paying more attention to the sport, but isn’t this kind of random? Isn’t the trade normally in March?”
