I take the bag from Sadie and resist the urge to flip off my teammate. Wild tufts of fur poke over the fence. One goat is watching me with a particularly evil eye before he sticks his tongue out. With a sigh and a healthy dose of trepidation, I follow my girls to the pen.
The girls tell me to hold out my hand and drop some food on it. I follow their instructions. The goat’s tongue is hard against my palm.
“See? They’re nice,” Sam tells me.
I sigh. The next thing I know, the girls will be asking for a pet goat. “I guess.”
Harper taps me on the shoulder. “I need to go check on the other booths.”
“Here, finish feeding them.” I drop the food into Sam’s hand.
“If I don’t see you again, thanks for coming today,” Harper tells me. “I appreciate it.”
“You should know something, Harper.” I lean close, whispering in her ear.
“What’s that?” I don’t miss the small shudder that racks her body, even though I can’t see her eyes.
“I will always show up for you.”
Chapter Fifteen
MARCUS
“Great practice, boys,” I tell the guys as I grab my T-shirt and pull it over my head. “Detroit won’t know what hits them tomorrow.”
“I’d like to get a few hits in on them,” Noah says. After the hit that took him out for the rest of last season, I know Noah would like to get some payback against Detroit.
“Keep it clean,” Graham says. “I don’t need them coming after you again.”
“It’s not like it was a targeted hit,” Dax points out.
“You’re too nice.” Bode ruffles his hair as he passes by. Grabbing his leather jacket, he shrugs into it and turns to face all of us. “Alright, we’re going out.”
“Says who?” I ask, putting on my shoes and socks. “It’s a school night.”
Bode waves me off like this is a minor inconvenience. Easy for him to say. All he has to worry about is himself.
Well, and maybe not knocking up any of the women he’s with.
“Easy. You have a nanny.”
“And she’s also in school. I can’t ask her to stay late all the time.”
Bode shrugs. “Your mom?”
I shake my head. “She’s not in town. Sorry.”
“What about Harper?” Noah asks.
The way Bode’s eyes light up, it’s like he got an early Christmas gift. “Yes. Get your wife to babysit for you.”
“You know she’s technically not my wife,” I point out.
“According to the state of Nevada, I’m pretty sure she is,” Noah says.
“Perfect. Bachelor party.”
“You can’t have a bachelor party if someone is already married. It would just be a party,” Dax points out.
