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I can hardly hear their excitement over the roar of the crowd, but I see it plain as day on their faces. I look up into the crowd to find my girl, only to find she isn’t there. Brianna stands in Cassie’s vacated spot. She gives me a grin, and points toward the aisle of the grandstand.
My eyes swivel in that direction to find Cass rushing down the stairs, elbowing past the spectators trying to exit the grandstand. She pushes past one last guy and makes her way to the ground level, but she doesn’t stop there. She pushes forward with her eyes locked on me.
I pull off my helmet as I skate to the edge with a grin. I jump the barrier and the sexiest little minx I’ve ever met flies through the sky and catapults herself into my arms.
Her lips crash down on mine, and I’m distantly aware of the camera crew to my left. I pray this moment doesn’t end up on ESPN, but even if it does, it’s not going to stop me from kissing my girl.
“You were awesome,” she says before diving back in with another kiss. “I’m so hot for you right now.”
I kiss her until Coach is yelling at me to “Put the girl down and get your ass in the locker room.” I feel her grin against my lips. “Got to go, babe.”
“Okay,” she says as I put her on her feet. “I’ll see you after.”
With that, I head back to the locker room, but Bobby and I are bombarded with cameras and end up giving interviews before we finally make it back.
Coach gives us a brief chat and congratulates us, before yelling to make sure we’re on time and pushing ourselves harder for the rest of the season. We’re finally dismissed to shower and get ready for our traditional night out at Micky’s.
Half an hour later we pull up at the bar, and the boys pile in to find our usual table reserved. The waiters come around and drop drinks into our hands before we’ve even asked for them, taking any food orders as they go. After the game we just played, each and every one of us order a main meal. I even make sure Cass and Bri get a side of fries, because I know the boys will still be hungry.
Our night goes just as any other post-game night goes. We drink, we eat, we party, and we pick up. Or, at least the other guys do. But with the label of being the undefeated Dragons and Kings of Denver, it’s really not hard for these guys to find a willing chick around here.
Cassie and Brianna disappear onto the dance floor, and I give her the be careful speech. I know it’s not needed anymore, as she hates drinking too much when we come here now, but you can never be too careful.
A text draws my attention and I pull my phone from my pocket.
Miller - Fucking awesome game, man.
I hit reply.
Jaxon - Pretty sure I broke a few of your records during that one.
Miller - Don’t count on it, bro.
Grinning, I slip my phone back into my pocket and relax as I watch my girl dance. That is, until Xander gets up from the table, acting suspiciously once again. I watch as he weaves through the crowd, past the dancers, and takes a seat at the bar, far away from any of the guys. If he wanted another beer, all he had to do was wave over a waitress and he would have had one within seconds. There’s no need for him to have gotten up like that.
I watch with a narrowed stare as the new chick behind the bar approaches him and places a glass down in front of him with a knowing, flirty smile. They talk for a while before I realize it’s comfortable. Too comfortable. It’s like they know each other somehow.
“Hey,” Bobby says as a french fry bounces off the side of my face.
I zone in on Bobby with a scowl. “What?”
“What’s up with you? You’re looking at the bar like you’re fucking lost or something.”
“Nah, man,” I say, shaking my head as my eyes return to Xander. I nod toward him with a lift of my chin and watch as Bobby’s eyes follow my gaze. “Something’s going on with him. He was covered in bruises the other week but denied anything happened.”
“Seriously?” he asks. “Is he in some kind of trouble?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, man, but I know he sure as fuck doesn’t want to talk about it.”
I see scenarios ticking over in Bobby’s mind, and I’m sure it’s probably all the same stuff I’ve already considered. His gaze flicks back toward Xander, the same way mine has for the past ten minutes, but I’ve decided I’ve had enough.
