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“I want one too,” Prism said.
Jamie handed over another.
I glanced at Lars who was standing there drinking his coffee and watching it all. “You sure you want to be friends with these guys?”
Lars smiled. “They’re no worse than you,min hund.”
I chuckled.
“You didn’t get me a cookie?” Wes asked, clearly slighted.Baby bro’s used to being the center of attention.
I reached into the big pocket of my jacket and pulled out another bag. “Of course I did, baby bro. I’d never do you like that.”
Wes smiled and reached for the bag.
“I had to hide it from the animals,” I told him.
“We heard that,” Jamie said, smacking his lips.
“Sinclair!” Russel yelled.
“I gotta go. I got work,” I told Lars. “Swim fast.”
He sat back down beside Wes. “Thanks for the coffee.”
I waved at Max and pointed at the trainer so he knew where I’d be and then went to it. A while later, it was coming up to the hundred-meter heat for backstroke, which Lars was going to be swimming in, when Russel called his name.
Lars looked at me first, which gave me an incredible rush of pride. Russel muttered something under his breath. “Get him over here. Check his shoulder before he swims.”
I gestured for Lars, and he stood, leaving his coffee on the bench to come over.
“Eriksson, let Sinclair check your shoulder.” Trainer Russel was gruff.
“Yes, sir.” He agreed.
I led him to the side, then reached for his shoulder. “You didn’t even argue a little,” I mused.
“It’s the trainer.”
“If I had told you, you would have insulted me.”
“That’s because I love you.”
“I love you most,” I said, pressing around the area where he’d been stitched up on his collarbone. Where he’d beenchewed on. “This tender at all?” I asked, trying to keep the anger from my voice.
“I already told you it's fine.”
“I’m just doing what Russel asked.” I defended. “Not that touching you is a hardship.”
He made a slight noise as I continued to probe the area. “Let me see your range of motion.”
Lars did so without complaint, showing me that his shoulder was in fact good to go.
“All right,” I said, lowering my hands. “You’re good.”
“Told you.”
“Save that sass for later.”
