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“I didn’t mean for—”
“We’ll discuss this later, Rylan. Tell Phillips to get his ass downstairs.Now.”
My dad turns and strides away without another word.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
AIDAN
“Where the hell were you?” Hunter asks.
I got down to the lobby about five minutes ago, and that’s the twentieth time he’s asked me that. I’m busy digging through my bag, trying to clear my head enough to make sure I have everything I need. At least the essentials. Granola bar, stick tape, blue Gatorade…
“Where the hell were you?”
Twenty-one times.
“Don’t worry about it,” I answer, trying to concentrate.
I packed in a mad rush after a white-faced Rylan shook me awake to tell me her dad had the whole team and most of the hotel looking for me. Setting an alarm didn’t occur to me, which was just dumb. Hunter’s an early riser, and he apparently freaked the fuck out when he woke up and found my bed empty.
“Iamworried about it, Phillips. I woke up, all your stuff was there, and you were gone. I must have texted you fifty times!”
He’s not exaggerating. My phone shows six hundred unread messages.
“I’m here now, so it seems irrelevant.”
“Hey, Phillips. Is it true?”
I glance at Brennan, who’s approached with Collins and Sampson. The rest of the guys are already on the new bus that just arrived.
“What?”
“That Coach found you in hisdaughter’sroom?” Jake’s voice is a mixture of disbelief and awe.
Hunter looks at me so fast I hear his neck crack.
“We’re playing in the fucking championship today,” I say. “Worry less about where I spent last night.”
“Doesn’t seem likeyou’reworried about the championship game,” Brennan tells me. “Just concerned with getting your dick wet.”
My jaw clenches so tight a muscle might snap.
Sampson’s eyebrows are almost up to his hairline. “Coach’s daughter, Phillips? How the fuck did you manage that?”
I’m seconds from losing my shit.
“And how the fuck are you still on the team?” Collins asks. “Coach didn’t string you up by your balls?”
“How was she?” Brennan asks eagerly.
I turn so fast he takes a hasty step back. “Shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you, Brennan.”
He rolls his eyes, not taking me seriously. “C’mon, Phillips. You fucked Coach’s daughter the night before the championship and you’re not going to share details? Guess I’ll have to see for myself—”
I lunge.
Hunter grabs the back of my jacket just in time, pulling me back a few feet and then yanking the fabric again for good measure. “Phillips! Are you fucking kidding me?”
