He’s sitting on a padded table facing away from the door when I walk in with his head hanging down.
“Hey, Rocky.”
He looks over his shoulder and gives me a big shit-eating grin, all teeth and exuberance. “I told G you’d come kiss it and make it better.”
Rolling my eyes, I cross the room and step between his open legs. I grip his chin and turn his head to look at the shiner on his cheek and his busted lip. “He got ya good.”
“You should see the other guy,” he winks then winces.
I pick up the ice bag beside his leg on the table and press it gently to his face. “What did he say to get you to punch him?”
“Couldn’t let the rookie have all the fun.”
“Mills.”
He sighs. “Called Gabby a whore. Asked if we share her.”
I’ve contemplated murder before, but this time I might actually do it. Painfully. Slowly. Excruciatingly.
“I’m gonna kill him.” I turn on my heel and head for the door. The visitor locker room is down the hall. I can make it there and back before the game finishes.
Miller’s arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet and putting himself between me and the door. “Easy there, Rambo.”
“Let me go.” I try to wiggle out of his hold.
“I dropped him on his ass. He got the message.”
“The message could be clearer.”
“Can’t let you do that, Tay.”
“And why not?” I cross my arms and glare at him.
“You’re not made for prison life.”
“I’d survive.”
“Don’t think they’d let me have conjugal visits with you though, and that’d be a real shame.”
That breaks me out of my haze. A laugh bubbles out and I punch his shoulder. “You wish.”
He clutches where I punched. “Ow, I’m injured!”
Tossing an arm around my shoulders, he brings me in and kisses my temple. “You’re a good egg, Tay Bake. I’d want you in my corner any day.”
“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment and not like it was some epiphany you just had.” I pinch his side.
“Let’s get out of here. I’m starved, and since my bestie is waiting for her man, you can take her place.”
I give him a side eye. “I don’t know whether to be offended I’m not first choice or honored to step in for Gabby.”
“Eh, maybe a little of both.” He shrugs and leads us out of the training room and towards the exit.
I should text Grant and see if he saw the fight, provide some insight into how to preempt any media coverage, but I still haven’t heard from him and right now, hanging with Miller feels like the better option.
My Wife
Just checking in.
