“Damn fucking right he will.”
He nodded over to me. “Anyway, when are you back on the road?”
“Next game. My PT said I can travel.”
The two airborne legs of Huck’s chair hit the floor and he looked at me. “Is Nora coming?”
I scowled at him, wishing I was closer so I could smack that stupid grin off his face. “No, she fucking isn’t. Nor is she going anywhere near you.”
“We’ll see about that. I told you to stop making it easy for me.”
Drew’s head was moving back and forth between the two of us. “Who’s Nora?”
“The acupuncture therapist who Coach is trying to get on staff,” I glared at Huck again, “and gave strict instructions that everyone was to be on their best behavior.”
“No, not everyone. Just you.”
“Everyone. I don’t need warning off her, I have Molly.”
The timer went off on the stove and Cooper stood up. “You can put Sam in his car seat. Lunch is ready.”
“Okay, er…”
Drew lifted a sleeping Sam from my arms and placed him in the car seat, strapping him in.
“Thanks.” I rubbed my bicep where he’d been lying, trying to get some feeling back into it. Holding him was like carrying a bowling ball.
Cooper brought the mac and cheese to the table and readied to dish it out, Drew following him with bowls while Huck grabbed drinks.
“Coop, man, this is fucking amazing. I wish you could move in here and feed me all the time.”
He laughed, passing me a bowl of steaming macaroni, the cheese still bubbling away. “The mood Fred was in earlier, I don’t think she’d object.”
I frantically fanned my mouth, the spoonful I’d just eaten was burning my tongue.
Cooper passed me a bottle of water. “Molly must have cooked for you?”
“Nah, she’s too busy with work at the moment. We just about manage breakfast.”
His spoon stopped halfway to his mouth and he scowled at me. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
I started to speak again then realized there was nothing I could say without making it much, much worse. Because we didonly ever manage breakfast, but it wasn’t remotely sexy, because apart from the first day we’d spent in bed, it had only consisted of a granola bar grabbed on the run. Her run.
Huck snorted. “Oh come on, of course he’s…”
“Do not. Finish. That sentence.”
Drew punched Huck in the arm and I changed the subject before Cooper throttled him, no matter how much we’d all benefit from it.
“Dude, what’s the gossip from the road? What am I coming back to?”
I hadn’t been traveling for two months, and there was bound to be something new. I figured Huck would know what it was, but he shook his head.
“Not much to report, we’ve missed your ass. It’s boring. The team’s been working hard with the new lines, and getting used to the change. With you gone, then Coop, there’s not been enough time to get in trouble.”
I wasn’t sure whether that made me feel better or not. I used to love being on the road, the buzz of being with the boys twenty-four seven, the buzz of winning in another team’s stadium. But this time, I’d be on the sidelines watching them play. And even though I’d seen every game on the TV, been through every post-game analysis with Drew, being there but not playing made my injury feel more real than ever.
Drew looked at his phone as it dinged. “Er, Coop, Freddie says you’re not answering your phone and she wants you home.”
