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“There are no parking spots any closer.” My coach struggles to hold me up with one hand while reaching into his pocket to grab his keys.

“You fucking owe me,” Gray growls as the bouncer shoves my ass into the passenger seat.

“Good riddance,” the burly asshole growls before slamming the door in my face.

I bang on the window and yell, “Fuck off, you ugly motherfucker.” I don’t care if I sound like a spoiled little kid. “The bar sucks.”

“Then don’t come back, asshole,” the bouncer yells back through the window then glances around me. “Make sure he doesn’t show his face around here for a few nights.”

“I’ll try,” my coach mumbles as my vision blurs.

The next thing I know, I wake up on my sofa sweating my ass off with one of my wool blankets pulled up over me. I sit up and kick the goddamn blanket off, and a sheet of paper slides to the floor.

I reach down and grab the note. It takes me a few tries to blink and clear the blurriness from my vision.

Hangovers aren’t excused reasons for missing practice. Either take me up on my offer of a few days off or drag your ass in for practice.

G.

I brew myself a strong cup of coffee then sit on my back deck to debate my options. In my heart, I know there’s no way I’ll give up on my goddess, so I guess I’ll have to find a way to make sure she feels the same way about me.

After packing a bag, I send Gray a message.

My friend just found his own soulmate, so he should understand where I’m coming from.

I have no doubt he will. As I drive to the airport, I make a mental list of everything I need to do to win over my girl. My little goddess is going to find out she can’t get rid of me easily. Worst case, I can always resort to kidnapping. At least I have options.