I must really be in a weird place right now if I’m eyeing his abs. Maybe I need to find someone to release some of this pent-up energy instead of going for a workout.
Or just getting a different kind of workout.
“My condo is delayed again. Probably another couple of months.”
“Shit, really?” Marcus asks, setting the weight bar on the rest and sitting up.
“You still don’t have a place to live?” Graham asks, resting his hands on his hips.
“It’s fine. No big deal.”
“Don’t listen to him.” Marcus ignores me. “It is a big deal. I can’t have you playing like crap.”
“Hey!” I interject. “I’m not playing like crap.”
Marcus studies me, then turns his focus to Graham. Before looking back at me, his face lights up.
“Why don’t you stay with Flounder?” Marcus asks. “He has room and it’s close to the rink.”
“What? Why me?” Graham asks. His face goes hard, like me living with him would be the worst thing in the world.
Except…it might just be the worst thing in the world.
“It’s fine.” I take a swig from my water bottle and toss it back onto the bench. “I’m good where I am.”
Marcus raises a brow at me like he’s not buying my crap. Having young kids must decrease your bullshit meter. “You told me the other night how shitty the place you’re staying is.”
“Well, not shitty per se…”
“Look, Flounder has a spare room. You need a place to stay. Suck it up, Noah. I don’t want you turning into a shitty player because you’re not sleeping at night.”
“Fuck you. I’m playing just fine.”
“Then keep it that way,” Marcus tells me.
“How do you know I still have a spare room?” Graham asks Marcus. “I could have done something with it.”
“Have you? Because I was at your place only a few weeks ago and it was sitting empty.”
Graham mutters under his breath at Marcus’s words.
“I can keep looking. Ignore Marcus.”
Graham shakes his head at me, scoffing. “Have you met him? He’s scary. I don’t want him coming for my ass for ignoring him. Come by after practice.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I have a spare room with a bed. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
“Fine. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Maybe I could figure something else out, but with us leaving late tomorrow night for a road game the following day, I don’t really have many options. Hell, I could get my mom to come out and find something for me, but she has work. Piper, too.
They’re about the only two people I would trust to find me a good place to live. Which, at this point, the bar is low.
Leaving me with my only option.
