“It is. I communicate with all the important people in my life: Kali. The guys. Some more reluctantly than others, but I still do it. I guess I want us to be on the same page when it comes to talking about things that come up between us. You know you’re important to me.” I smile again. “But I also remember my lack of communication the first time we hooked up. I promise I’ll be honest with you.”
“Me too. Which is why you should know some driver just slid into my DMs,” she teases. “Communication. What a piece of cake.”
“Are you headed to bed?”
“Yeah. I wish you were here.”
“Same.”I think I’m in love with you. “Not sure how I feel about having you stay over when Liv is in the house, but maybe you want to come over for dinner with us tomorrow? If you want.”
“Yeah, Brody.” Hannah grins. She might not be next to me, but it feels like she is. In the smell of her perfume on my pillows. In her extra phone charger plugged in on her side of the bed. In the space in my heart she’s carved out for herself, but I think she’s been there all along. “I want.”
THIRTY-NINE
BRODY
“Dammit.”I look at my phone and check the time. “What’s the holdup now?”
“Weather.” Parker stretches out his legs in front of him. “The flight attendant said it could be another hour.”
“Anhour? Fucking hell.”
“You in a rush to get home?” Mikal asks. “Everything okay with Liv?”
“Liv is fine. It’s… never mind. I’m not in a rush. Just tired of sitting on the runway for forty-five minutes.”
“Coach,” one of the guys yells from behind me.
“What?” I bark out.
“Want to come play a game?” Ethan asks, and I narrow my eyes, turning to look at the group over my shoulder.
“What kind of game?”
“Poker. But before you get all pissy, we’re not betting real money. Just locker room spots,” Maverick says.
“I don’t want to be closest to the bathroom anymore,” Grant declares. “It’s not fair.”
“You’re the youngest on the team. It’s a rite of passage,” Ethan says.
“You’re literally seven months older than me. We share a birth year, doofus.”
“Yeah, and that’s enough to make me a year ahead of you in the league.” Ethan grins. “Sorry, G-Money. You get the shitty locker.”
“This is hazing,” Grant whines. “Mavvy. Do something.”
“It’s not hazing, G-Money. It’s just how it worked out.” Maverick pats his shoulder. “Next year will be better.”
“I see why Sully keeps asking for a trade.” Grant huffs and glares at the group. “I don’t feel like playing poker anymore.”
My phone chimes, saving me from being pulled into their game. Hannah’s initials pop up, and I turn the brightness down on my screen so no one can read over my shoulder.
H.E.
Can you hurry up and get home?
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I miss you.
