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“I know,” he chuckles. “Meet Raccoon. He’s the RVU mascot.”
“He’s so cute,” I gush. “And so tiny. Hello, baby.” I crouch down, sticking my hand through the fence. He bleats out a hello and lets me pet him. “Not that I don’t love this surprise, but did we sneak onto another school's campus only to come see a goat? We could have just gone to the zoo for that.”
“Note to self, take you to the zoo,” he laughs. “But we're not here to visit Raccoon. We’re here to take him.”
“What!” I hiss. “No, Bishop, we can’t steal him!”
“It’s kind of a thing we do every year. We normally don’t take him until deeper into the season, but the fucking assholes thought it would be fun to beat the shit out of Rodney.”
“Who’s Rodney?”
“The guy in the knight get-up at all our games. Our mascot.”
“They beat him up! Why?”
Bishop’s face darkens. “Because he’s smaller and weaker than them. They love to make fun of him, mocking him during every game we play against RVU. All because he’s, in their words, ‘the opposite of a knight’. We’ve had beef with them over it for a while. Kicking their asses got old, so we’ve started stealing Raccoon. This year was the first year they’ve put their hands on Rodney, though. We’re going to hold onto him until they make a video apologizing and calling themselves out for being bullying assholes, then we’re going to post it all over social media.”
I look back down at the cutie-pie. “What if they call the cops?”
“They won’t. Rodney agreed not to press charges, so we could go through with our plan.”
Standing back up, I cross my arms and narrow my eyes. “So you're going to stop that poor guy from pressing charges and getting his justice on a group of assholes who harmed him?”
“Retract them claws, kitty cat.” He grins. “Only until after the video is posted. Then we all plan on taking Rodney to the police station and helping him stick it to these assholes. The guys on the RVU hockey team.” Bishop shakes his head. “They’re not good guys. They’re the ones you warn your daughters away from and why you cover your drink at parties.”
“Oh.” Understanding dawns on me. “Holy shit. Okay, then, let’s steal a goat.” I look back down at Raccoon, who bleats in response, making me giggle.
“Now that's what I’m talking about!” Bishop whoops.
He opens up the gate and walks in, bends down, and picks up the tiny little baby.
“How do they not have any cameras watching over him?” I ask as we head back the way we came.
“Oh, they do. That's why I was gone for a few, I was covering the cameras.”
I’m on high alert as we rush over to the Jeep. “Why is it so dead?”
“Everyone is probably at one of the crazy parties they throw.”
“On a weeknight?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Every night.” He shoots me a look over his shoulder. “This school is full of sour rich kids who are pissed they didn’t make it into SVU.”
Bishop opens the Jeep’s door and I bend down, wrapping my arms around Raccoon’s belly to lift him up. “Dear god, he’s heavy,” I grunt, getting him into the back seat. “What have you been eating, my dude?”
“He’s a goat, so probably anything he can get into.” Bishop chuckles. I climb into the back seat with the goat, and Bishop quickly gets into the front to get us out of here.
“I can’t believe we stole a goat.” I giggle, thrumming with excitement. “This is crazy.”
Bishop looks at me in the rearview mirror, grinning. “Admit it though, it’s fun and thrilling, isn’t it?”
“Okay, yeah, a little bit.” I grin back. “So, where are we going to keep him?”
“The hockey house. We have a big backyard, and it’s the best place to stash him; no easy access for the fuckers to try to steal him back before we’re ready.”
I give Raccoon a scratch on the head. “I wish I could keep you, Raccoon.” He licks me, making me laugh again.
Bishop snorts. “I wonder who thought up the idea to name a goat Raccoon.”
