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It’s been two days since I left Juliet in my bed so I could catch the jet with the team.
In last night's game, I took a hit that knocked me on my back and I’m still feeling it today even though I slept on ice packs. Juliet’s texts had me smiling last night before I went to bed.
Though Juliet can flick me shit as good as my teammates, I’d rather get it from her any day. I like it when she gets feisty. But whether she can take it as good as she can dish it… remains to be tested.
I knew she was kidding, and we both knew I wasn’t going to ask.
Petrov, who skates for Houston, isn’t going to be intimidated by my five-foot-four-inch Italian wife, though he’d definitely try to hit on her.
Two hours later, the light of my phone illuminated my face in the darkness of Seven and my hotel room.
This morning I wake to the sound of a knock on my door.
I look over to find that Seven’s queen-sized hotel bed is empty. He’s probably already downstairs in the hotel gym lifting weights.
I stumble to the door.
When I open the door, I see Briggs in running gear.
“Hey, want to go for a run before our flight? We have a couple of hours before check out.”
“Sure. Let me get my stuff,” I say, keeping the door open for him.
He enters the hotel room, standing just inside.
I walk to my bag lying open on the ground under the window. I pull out my sweats and slip them on and then a T-shirt. Next, I lace up my running shoes and head toward him, grabbing my room key and cell phone off the table.
Once we get outside, we start stretching for a minute.
“How’s married life? Autumn said you two had a quick wedding down at the courthouse,” Briggs says. “Thanks for the invite, asshole. You're going to be one of the groomsmen in my wedding, but I don’t even get to watch yours?”
Of course, his fiancée would tell him what’s going on between Juliet and me.
“Seven was the only person I asked. Don’t get your thong in a twist. My mom wasn’t even there.”
We both stand up straight after we finish stretching and line up along the sidewalk outside of the hotel. My back is killing me but my muscles crave a good workout in the morning and we have time before our flight.
I open the running app on my wristwatch to account for our time.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Let’s go,” Briggs says back.
It takes a few seconds to get our stride in sync but once we do, Briggs continues.
“Don’t trip me for asking, but… did you marry Juliet for a green card?”
What the fuck?
He didn’t beat around the damn bush with that one.
“Are you kidding me? Did you talk to Seven?” I ask.
Seven is usually good with a secret, but maybe I overestimated him this time.
“Seven? What’s the point in asking the human Fort Knox? I’d be better off asking a rock, it would tell me more.”
He is right there. Seven is impossible to get any information out of, top secret or not.
