John frowned. “But the team has the right to cut any player. It doesn’t sound like he has a leg to stand on in court.”
I shrugged. “Maybe not. Personally, I think it's more about revenge and smearing Greer’s reputation to the public. He’s a good guy. Dare’s known him for a long damn time from when they both lived in Chicago before he joined the Navy. GQ would do anything for him, and that’s why we’re here and not some local PI.”
Shortly after we got on the road, my phone beeped with a group text from GQ. John’s phone pinged as well, letting me know he’d been added.
“I’ve got it. It’s a group text.”
Opening my messages, I chuckled at the first message.
GQ: Morning assholes! It’s official. I’m a genius!
Phantom: Debatable
Me: What about this time?
GQ: Dare went and married Greer!
Daredevil: Exactly how does that make YOU a genius? More like a meddler to me.
GQ: I knew you were supposed to be together, and I made you go. Therefore, I’m responsible. You should name your first kid after me.
Me: I don’t think Asshole is a good name.
GQ: Fuck you, Dreamy
Phantom: @Daredevil – congrats man. I’m happy for you.
Daredevil: Thanks. I appreciate it.
Me: That’s all that matters. You looked happy when you came home last night. When are we celebrating?
GQ: Were you asleep during the meeting, Dreamy? Bernardo’s. Saturday night. 8 pm. Remember?
Daredevil: The Commander has worn him out. Literally.
Daredevil: Confirmed. We’re in. Gotta go. Greer’s waiting.
Me: Fuck you Dare! And bow chicka wow wow! Don’t forget the lube!
Daredevil: You guys should ask Dreamy about being naked with the Commander last night. Both were oiled up and wrestling. With a unicorn dildo.
Phantom: Oh fuck. Sounds like something GQ would do.
GQ: Fuck you all.
GQ: And it would be fun. Get to work. All of you.
I burst out laughing at my stupid friends. Don’t know what I’d do without them. They were my family.
John glanced at me as he drove. “What’s so funny?”
“I wouldn’t read that last text thread if I were you.” I knew he would.
“Why? What’s in it?”
I grinned. “Marcus has arranged dinner for everyone Saturday night for Dare and Greer. Bernardo’s at eight p.m. And it’s my duty as Dare’s best friend to plan something special.”
“Oh lord,” he muttered, but I could see the smile on his face.
