“You’d love it if you weren’t such a heartsick grumpy fucker,” Griffin retorts.
“Doubt it.”
He laughs again but tries to hide it when I glare at him. It makes him choke on his beer, and he ends up coughing and spluttering.
“That’s what you get.”
“We need to do something about this,” Maddox says. Again, not to me.
Ryder nods. “Agreed. They need to talk. Get everything out in the open. Because there’s no way she doesn’t have feelings for him.”
“We all know people aren’t always rational when they’re in love,” Griffin says, looking pointedly at his brother-in-law, who almost torpedoed his relationship with Isla because he made some idiotic assumptions about a conversation he overheard her having with her ex.
“At least I didn’t blackmail my wife into staying married to me,” Maddox throws back at Griffin.
“Don’t be a hater. I’m still married to her, aren’t I? All’s well that ends well.” Griffin narrows his eyes at me. “So we need to help Bashy-cakes get his own happy ending.”
“In more ways than one,” Logan says. “Maybe getting laid would help him chill the hell out.”
“Fuck you.” I glare at him over my bottle of beer as I take another swig.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Maddox sets down his bottle of beer and rests his elbows on his knees, leaning toward me with an annoyed expression. “We can’t afford to have you turn into ahothead before this next playoff series. You’ve got one day left to get your shit together.”
“I’d love toget my shit together,” I say mockingly. “But the infuriating woman won’t answer my calls!”
“Then you stop calling her.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes so much sense.” I glare at Maddox, because this isn’t helping.
“It does, actually.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps the screen a few times before leaning back in his seat and giving me a smug smile. “Our car should be here in ten. If she won’t answer her phone, you’re going to show up at her house. You don’t leave until you hash this shit out.”
“I feel like this could go very wrong,” Ryder says to no one in particular.
“Probably,” Griffin says. “Do you have any better ideas?”
Ryder shakes his head. “Nope.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Why doyou get to sit in the front?” Griffin whines from beside me. We’re packed like sardines in the back of a large SUV with Ryder lying on top of mine, Griffin’s, and Logan’s laps.
Thank god the women aren’t here, because Lexi would rip us all a new asshole if she witnessed this.
“Because I’m the one who ordered the ride,” Maddox replies.
“I’m going to get pulled over,” our driver mutters to himself. “I have five drunk hockey players in my car, and one of them isn’t buckled. I’m going to lose my license.”
“Chill, brother,” Griffin says. “We’re only a little drunk. Well, Bashy back here is more than a little drunk, but the rest of us are fine. As long as you don’t get into an accident, we’re good.We’ll give you a huge fucking tip and make all of this worth your while.”
“Can I get a selfie with you guys when I drop you off?” the driver asks.
“For sure.” Griffin tries to give him a thumbs-up, but he ends up poking Ryder in the face.
“Dude.” Ryder glares at him.
“I hope I don’t regret this,” the driver mutters.
“Me, too.” I try to shift so the armrest molded into the door stops digging into my side, but I end up with Griffin’s elbow in my ribs.
