“Ride home.”
He pulls himself up, glances around at everyone else, then nods. “You got it. Wanna wake these guys up before we go?”
I shake my head.
He doesn’t question it. Just leaps to his feet, takes the bag with my dirty clothes from me, and leads me to the door.
Dogs don’t even wake up.
In the elevator down to the parking garage, I text Fletcher and Goldie a quick thanks for taking care of me yesterday, then pull up my texts with Ziggy again.
Not read yet.
She’s probably still sleeping.
Or puking, Caden’s voice offers.
Shit.
Should I have offered to stop at the store and pick up more crackers and bubbly water?
“Captain?”
I jerk my head to look at Crew. “Yeah?”
“You okay?”
Am I okay?
Elevator door’s open, and I’m standing here staring at my texts like a dumbass.
Clearly, I’m not fully okay. “Jet lag.”
He grins. “Yeah, you look it.”
He’s chatty the whole way back to my place. Talking about mascot ideas for the team, some new guys he’s heard we’re getting, staff turnover in the office.
“Whoa, dude, you know Miranda?”
I snap out of the lazymm-hmmmode I’ve been in and look at him.
First rule of playing for the Pounders is that you don’t look at the owner’s daughter, and I don’t like his tone right now.
You don’t look at the owner’s daughtercomes with caveats likeyou don’t gossip about the owner’s daughtertoo. “What about her?”
“She introduced me to hersisteryesterday. I didn’t know she had a sister. Did you know she has a sister?”
“Where’d you see Miranda?”
“At the office. Saw her car. We went to check it out. And she’s allthis is my sister and she’s starting on Monday. Like,what?When did she get a sister?”
I stare at him blankly while something tickles the back of my brain.
This isn’t entirely unfamiliar, but it’s not right either. I don’t know a lot about the Keating family.
Don’t need to.
The times I see Roland Keating, it’s for public appearances or charity events or postseason banquets. While the guy’s in the office and we see him watching practices pretty regularly, for the most part, he stays out of our spaces and we stay out of his.
