Sighing I pretend to glare at him, not that it would do a bit of good with this guy. “What do you want?”
“I got those papers you were looking for.”
I immediately brighten. “That was quick.”
“You expected anything less?”
I pretend to think over the question until he looks like he’s going to hit me, then I laugh and ask, “How’d you get her to agree?”
“Agree?”
“Declan,” I sputter. “Surely you got her to agree to the change?”
He presses his lips together, squints at me, but says nothing so I add, “If you didn’t get her to agree then what did she think she was signing?”
Declan levels me with a disgruntled look. “You didn’t tell me I had to get her signature.”
I frown. “How the hell else would you legally be able to change her name?”
“Legally, schmegally,” he mutters, apparently not at all bothered by the fact he missed some very obvious steps in the process.
“Maybe we better undo it.”
Declan’s eyes widen. “We can’t just undo it, Ren.”
“If you could do it without permission you sure as shit should be able to undo it.”
“That’s not how this works there, buddy.”
“Don’t you buddy me, you asshole,” I reply, resuming the removal of my gear, wishing I didn’t have to shower and get dressed because suddenly I’m bone tired.
I sit heavily on the bench in front of my stall, looking around at the almost empty locker room. Declan still stands beside me appearing as nonchalant as ever and I shake my head, wondering what it’s like to be him.
“Don’t look so worried,” Declan’s says as he pats me on the back. “She’s gonna love it.”
“She’s gonna kill me, Dec,” I retort, my sore hands flexing as I contemplate giving him a good punch. “This’ll be it for me.”
“Come on,” he responds, his hand squeezing my shoulder. “You know I won’t let you take the fall.”
“I appreciate that, but I don’t need you blowing your cover on your potentially questionable deeds.”
Declan grins. “Ahh come on, Ren. What are brothers for?”
25
A GRAND GESTURE?
CASSIDY
Something weird is going on.
First, Ren insisted I ride with him to the game, which got me there way earlier than I would’ve liked. Luckily, I was saved by some food stalls that opened early, and I had a new book to pass my time, but these arena seats are not the most comfortable around.
Then, Declan and Issa showed up. Which wouldn’t have been weird if they didn’t have seats next to me. These seats are almost always taken, which means someone must’ve pulled some strings—some very expensive strings.
Ren skates toward me, smiling, and I can’t help but return his smile because the man is absolutely ridiculously handsome. He stops in front of the glass, taps his stick on it, his eyes lock with mine. “I got you something.”
Everyone is staring at us. Glancing around I attempt to squash my embarrassment, but being the center of attention in general has never been fun for me. I actually hate it.
