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I lurched and pain seared my soul. “Don’t leave me.”
Dark eyes pinned me in place, assessing and cold and sure. Certain of his place in the world, certain that I would live.
“I won’t.”
I trusted him. And so I talked, all the way to the operating room.
CHAPTER ONE
BEAU
My body launched intomy air as I swung my Lacrosse stick back to catch the ball my teammate threw my way. The shot was wild, and a damn long reach, but I trusted myself to make the jump and got myself beneath the ball just in time to catch it.
Even though the ball was safely in my net as my feet hit the ground, it rebounded about and I nearly lost the fucking thing.
"What the fuck was that?" I snapped at Jason.
The second year midfielder on my lacrosse team grinned ballsily at me. "I mean, maybe you could be faster, man."
Behind me Dylan the Defender snickered from his end of the field, but I managed to hide my own humor at Jason's snark.
I leaned on my stick and tossed the ball in my hand, while I looked the dick slowly up and down. "Did you just ask to lap the stadium? Because it sure sounded like it.”
Jason’s jaw dropped. "No, come on, man. I didn't mean it like that–"
“Twice.” I raised an eyebrow at his groan as he worked out too slow that his moment of hilarity would cost him.
Dylan remained the sole snicker in the back, but screw it, the snarky dick glaring at me deserved some quiet time. He’d been a pain in my ass for a while now, not pulling his weight and creating stunts like the long shot he just threw that could cost an ankle when championships were within reach for the first time since I captained the team three years ago.
Fuck him. Jason had been a pain in the ass not just to me but the team, and I was ready to bring on one of the reserves who were champing at the bit to feel grass under their boots. There would always be fresh players, like Nate as my newest find, and I was more than willing to give them a little prime real estate in front of the scouts that always came along to the end of year games, looking for an early draft.
I shook my head at Jason’s excuses, my patience wearing thin fast. "Twice,” I repeated. “The outside of the stadium, Jase," I said mockingly, letting my lips curve up in a cruel smile.
“Fucking hell.” He threw his stick on the slightly muddied grass and took off, obscenities tumbling from him.
“Oi! Lazy dick, clean up after yourself. We’re not your fucking maids,” another newer player, Donovan Michaels, yelled at Jason’s retreating back.
