I honestly wasn’t sure what to say. These men always seemed so indestructible. It was strange to see them banged up like this. “I’m glad you’re all here,” I finally said.
“Yeah, we all made it,” Marco said. “That’s what’s most important.”
Dante’s mouth turned down in a frown. “Unfortunately, I have a couple of months of PT ahead of me before I can go back on the team.”
“It’ll go by fast,” Liam said. “And we’ll keep you in the loop.”
“Besides,” Michael added, “You can always help me watch the screens. You don’t have to stay home.”
That caused a lot more chatter and some sounds of disagreement. I tuned out because that was definitely not my circus or my monkeys. Tony leaned in and asked, “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Thank you for inviting me over. It’s fun hanging out with you and your friends.”
“They’re your friends too,” Tony insisted. “Marco saw you before I did and told me to go get you.”
I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “He did? Wow. That’s… I don’t know what to say.”
He smiled at me. “Just say you’ll keep hanging out with us. We like having you around.”
Emotion clogged my throat and it took me a moment to respond. “I will. I promise.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TONY
Seeing Greg get along so well with everyone was nice. I knew he was lonely. I suspected his ex had isolated him from his friends in the past. Well, now he had a whole group of people who were eager to hang out with him. At the moment, he was having an animated conversation with Liam. Marco handed me a bottle of water. “He’s gotten more relaxed around us.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “It’s good to see.”
He leaned in closer. “That guy definitely threw that frisbee at Greg. Do you think there’s something to it?”
I wanted to say no, it was nothing, but something niggled at me. I didn’t get a good look at the guy. He left in a hurry after I showed up. I knew Greg thought nothing of it, but I wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know. It seems harmless enough, but my gut is telling me something is off.”
Marco hummed in agreement. “With any luck, it was just some random trying to be cute.”
“From your lips to God’s ears,” I said.
“You know,” my brother continued, “Greg is playing that show this week.”
“I know. He told me about it when he got the call.”
“What do you think about all of us going to the show? You know, to support him.”
His smirk did nothing to disguise the mischief in his suggestion. “We can go, but you can’t embarrass him. This is his job.”
“Of course not,” he protested. “I would never do anything to jeopardize his job. But we can sure rag on him after the show.”
I sighed. “Just be gentle. He’s not one of your teammates.”
“I know. He’s squishier than Liam was when I first met him.”
I snorted. “Don’t let your fiancé hear you call him squishy.”
“Who are you calling squishy?” Liam asked from behind us.
Marco turned and pulled his man into his arms. “We all know you’re not squishy, sweetheart.”
Liam put his hands on Marco’s chest. “You got that right, He-Man.”
