“You missed the Magnets scoring again.” Carnage sips his beer. “Long lines?”
“I saw the target and engaged.” My mood sours. “I think he knows.”
“Knows what?”
“That I’m following him. He was sketchy as fuck with me, then he took off. His seat is empty.”
“Maybe he’s just taking a piss.”
“Yeah, maybe.” But I already know that isn’t true. I need to make this happen soon or Shadow is gonna have my ass, and not in a good way.
I keep my eye half on the game and half on the empty seat, hoping maybe he’ll return to it, but as the final buzzer sounds, he never does. I lost him.
The Magnets won by three points and the arena fills with excited energy. I watch Bouche skate around the rink with his teammates, all of them jumping up and down. It’s nice he had a good game after his last one. Chances are high he’ll be at the bar across the street again and we can sneak out for a little relief. I sure as fuck need some now after fucking up my night.
“We’re going to the bar across the street,” I announce.
Carnage nods. “Target hang out there?”
“Maybe.” More importantly, Bouche hangs out there and I need another taste. God, I want to fuck him. Will we ever get that far?
I hope so.
