Oh my god. “Tonight?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, and I get the impression this is the last conversation he wants to have. “No.”
“Are you?—”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
How can he be—oh.“Have you had a rashall night?” I whisper.
The plants might have ears.
Or there might be other guests lurking around the corner.
“The exit is this way, Goldie.”
Right.
Right. Leave the wedding. Ask questions about his rash later.
Except if I’ve learned anything about Fletcher Huxley in the past two weeks, I know the answer to my own question.
Yes.
Yes, he’s had a rashall night.
And he still came to be my shield from Miller and Stefanie.
I hustle to catch up and tuck my hand into his elbow again, squeezing his thick biceps. “You’re a good man,” I whisper.
He slides me a completely unreadable look. “Do yourself a favor and don’t believe that.”
16
Fletcher
“You fucking kissed my sister.”
Here we go.
It’s the first day of preseason training. I’m in the changing room to get ready for pictures and meetings and basically everything except training.
And Silas Collins is in my face.
I stare back at him. “You’re welcome.”
His nostrils quiver and his eyes go dark as he puts both of his hands on my chest and pushes me. Or tries to. “Keep your fucking hands off my fucking sister.”
“Your sister is a grown-ass adult who can decide for herself what she wants to do with her hands.” I want to pound this little shit into the ground so deep, he’ll never see the light of day again. Instead, I add a smirk. “And her mouth.”
Silas grabs a fistful of my shirt, but Holt, the team captain,shoves between us. “Save it for the pitch.Afterpictures and all the bullshit the PR team has for us today. Dumbasses.”
“Us, or the PR team?” I ask.
And yes, I mean it. I want to know if he thinks the PR team is full of dumbasses.
Better not, or he’ll need an attitude adjustment. PR team’s half of what will fill our stadium this year, and I’ve had enough meetings with them to think they’re probably excellent at their jobs.
Holt makes eye contact with me and doesn’t blink. “You. You’re the dumbasses.”
