I let out a sigh. I’m exhausted, desperate to get home, and more than ready to shut the door on the rest of the world for a while so I can have some silence. I love the guys, but they never fucking stop. It reminds me of the kids’ homes I despised at times. There was no quiet, no downtime or privacy.
“You know who you remind me of?” he asks, trying to fully engage me in this conversation.
“No,” I grunt.
“Kodie. You’re pining like he was last year.”
“I’m not fucking pining.”
“Oh, you so are. It only stops when you get a message from her.”
“How do you know she’s been messaging me?”
“Fucking hell, you’re so gone.”
“I’m not. I—” My lips slam shut when I glance over and see his raised brow.
“Sorry to eavesdrop,” Linc says, suddenly popping up from the seat in front of us. “But you’re totally pining.”
I groan, resting my head back and closing my eyes.
“What? It’s fucking awesome, man. Embrace it.”
I crack one eye open and look at him.
“Single life is all fun and games until you find the one who makes you want to stop playing.”
I hold his eyes, terrified to say anything.
“When was the last time you hooked up with someone?” Linc asks.
My silence is all the answer they need.
“He can’t even remember. His head is so full of Freya that no other woman exists,” Killer happily supplies.
“Two months ago,” I correct.
“Killer is right,” Linc surmises. “You need to go home and end that dry spell before it causes medical issues. We need you protecting our crease, man.”
“Do either of you actually have any decent advice?”
“How is ‘go and tell the women you’re obsessed with the truth so she’ll bang you’ bad advice?” Linc asks.
“Said like a true romantic,” Kodie grumbles from his seat.
“Hey, I can do romance,” Linc argues before standing to full height. “Hey, pretty girl,” he calls down the airplane to where the coaching and medical staff sit. “Come back here and tell the guys how romantic I can be.”
Parker doesn’t even look back. She just lifts her hand above her seat and flips him the bird.
Laughter erupts as Linc glowers at the back of his girl’s seat.
“You’re gonna pay for that, Donnelly. You can beg as much as you want; the next time we’re?—”
“Say another word and I will end you right here on this plane, Storm,” Rett warns from the other side of the aisle.
“Dude, they’re grown-ups,” Killer points out. “And you know Storm’s rep. There’s no way they’re not banging any chance they get.”
Rett is out of his seat in a flash, but Coach is faster.
