“I didn’t sleep well. I was too busy watching a twenty-two-year-old breathe all night.”
I scratch my neck. “She was that drunk?” I eye the stairs, unease swirling inside me. Vivi has been really good with Avery. I’d hate to think I can’t trust her. Especially since I’m leaving in a matter of hours.
Sighing, Bray drops his shoes. “Fucking Bobby was feeding her shots,” he grouses as he shoves one foot in. “The girl didn’t know heads from tails by the end of the night. It wasn’t her fault.”
“So you drove her home?” I’m still confused about how he ended up being the one to take care of her.
“Bobby tried to leave with her. Something they’d both regret. Coach would literally skin him alive.”
I nod. He’s not wrong. “You need a ride home?”
He holds up his phone. “Just ordered an Uber.”
“Okay, I’ll walk you out.”
Halfway down the stairs, his phone blares loudly.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
Wincing, he answers.
So much for the kids sleeping in.
“Hey—”
“Why the fuck am I looking at a picture on my ring camera of you carrying my daughter into her goddamn house last night?”
Coach’s voice is so loud I can hear it from here. Shit.
Brayden’s eyes slide shut and he sighs. “It’s not what you think?—”
“Good, because right now I’m thinking that my goddamn captain was carrying my intoxicated daughter into her home. So if that’s not what it looks like, then please enlighten me.”
“Well, I mean yes, that is exactly what it was, but?—”
“Hawke, so help me god,” he grits out, “if you tell me you didn’t sleep with my daughter?—
“Sir, I didn’t,” Bray stammers.
“You shouldn’t even have to fucking say it. Why the fuck did you allow her to get that drunk?”
Rather than tell Coach that it was Bobby, rather than stick up for himself, Brayden swallows and ducks his head. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Where is she now?” Gavin grits out.
“She’s asleep.”
“You’re still in her goddamn room?”
“Nope,” I say, unable to stop myself. “Hawke’s with me. He stayed on the couch. Found him myself.”
My best friend shakes his head, jaw tight.
“Oh, hi, JJ,” Coach says, sounding a bit caught off guard. “Were you there when my daughter got obliterated?”
Brayden and I eye one another. Gavin is normally pretty rational, but right now I think he’d like to castrate us both. “No, sir. I left to get pizza with Adeline.”
“At least someone has some goddamn sense. Do me a favor, when my daughter wakes up, tell her to call me.”
