“What?” That has her looking up at me in shock. “You’re not coming with me. I can do this on my own.”
“Harper.” I step closer to her. I forgot how short she is, even in her heels. “If this is something that we have to take care of, aren’t you going to need my signature too?”
“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath.
“See?” I use the knuckle of my index finger to tip her chin up so she will look me in the eyes. It’s easy to see the way she reacts to my touch. “I have a point.”
There’s a softness followed immediately by anger. Likely because she felt anything at all.
Harper puts distance between the two of us. “Fine. But I have fall break on Friday and I’m going then. Come if you can; I don’t care.”
“It’s actually perfect because we’ll be heading to Vegas for our first game of the season.”
“You are?” That has Harper pausing. If I’m guessing, she’s remembering my very first game out there.
“Yes. I can meet you there.”
Harper taps a finger against her leg. “Fine. You sure the team will be okay with that?”
I nod. “I’ll get a few free hours after practice before the game.”
Harper nods. “Okay.”
“Is your number still the same?”
“Why do you need my number?” Harper asks.
“So I can meet you there?”
Harper mutters something to herself that I can’t understand. “Yes, my number is the same.”
I rattle the number off to her. It’s one of the few that I still have memorized.
“Good. Text me and I’ll add yours to my contacts list.”
Ouch. That shouldn’t sting as much as it does. But why would she keep my number?
“Who’s this?” Noah asks, coming up from behind me.
Harper peers over my shoulder before looking back at me. “No one.”
She spins on her heel and is out of there.
“You really pissed off no one then,” Noah says.
“Who was that?” Graham asks. “And don’t say no one, because that was clearly a someone.”
I scrub a hand down my face. There’s no way I’m getting out of this one. “Want to head to The Sin Bin and grab a drink?”
Graham’s face lights up like I gave him an early Christmas gift. I’ve known the kid since he was a rookie. I think the extent he knows about my life is that I have Sam and Sadie.
All I want is to be the best player I can be and head home to the girls. I want them to have a stable, happy life. They deserve it after everything they’ve been through. Even if they don’t remember anything.
Noah nods. “Sure. Let’s go.”
Chapter Eight
MARCUS
