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"I’m not," I snap.
Declan stares at me with a strange look on his face.
"What? What’s the issue? It’s only a bit of torn skin and it’s been taken care of."
"By whom?” The medic scowls. “I’m the medical professional dedicated to this team. I’m the one responsible for the health of all of you guys."
"And I am one-hundred percent fine. So, your job here is done."
The medic seems like he’s going to protest further, then turns and stomps out.
I glance from him to the others. "I’m not going to explain myself."
"You don’t need to." Coach’s features soften. "I never thought I’d live to see the day. But hey, every bad boy has to grow up some day, huh? I hope you know it’s not going to be a cake walk, son." Still shaking his head, he leaves.
I glance after him. "What was that about?"
Ray raises his hands. "Honestly, I have no idea."
Declan, on the other hand, has a smug expression on his face. "If you want to hear my thoughts on the matter—"
"Zip it," I snap.
"So, you’re not sweet on her, huh?" Declan chuckles.
Ray looks between us, then he whistles softly. "Ah, so that’s what the coach was on about, huh?"
"Shut the fuck up, you guys." I rise to my feet and head for my locker to get my gear. "If you jokers will excuse me."
"Cade?" Her soft voice reaches me. I stiffen, but don’t turn around.
The men shift uncomfortably. "Uh, we were just leaving. Good meeting you, Abby." Declan moves toward the door. "Catch you later, King."
"Yeah, see you soon… Not." Ray scoffs in my direction then, "Abby, is it? I’m Ray."
I slam the locker door shut and turn. "And he was just leaving." I glance at Ray pointedly.
He coughs, pulls back his proffered hand, and runs his fingers through his hair. "That’s what I was going to say. Good meeting you, Abby." He shoots me a shit-eating grin, then turns and ambles out, following in Declan’s wake.
I eschew the shower, pull off my sneakers and sweat-stained socks, then drop my shorts.
"What the—" She stares at my crotch where, thanks to her proximity. I’m already hard. Not that I’m going to do anything about it. Yet… Not until I have her away from the purview of my teammates—the fuckers. No one gets to look at her like she’s a tasty morsel—no one except me, that is. I widen my stance, and her breathing deepens.
"Enjoying the show?" I drawl.
She starts, then raises her gaze to meet mine.
I snicker; she flushes and glances away. I pull on my shirt and jeans, then step into a fresh pair of socks and my street-shoes. I jerk my chin in her direction. "Let’s go."
11
Abby
"Are you pissed at me? Is that why you haven’t spoken a word to me since we left the stadium?" I glance at Cade’s profile. His jaw is hard, his expression remote. He’s glowered silently since hustling me out of the dressing room at Lords and into his car. We’ve been driving for half an hour, during which time he’s stared through the windshield, scowling. When he doesn’t reply, I lean over and switch on the radio.
"So, Ivy, tell me, have you ever had a secret crush on anyone? A forbidden crush maybe?" The male radio host asks.
"Now, Wolfgang, that would be telling, wouldn’t it?" Ivy chuckles. "Why are you curious anyway?"
