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“You do badass; I do sister and mom real good. Let Chloe take care of you now.”
“Only if you promise not to refer to yourself in the third person to me ever again.” I sniff.
“Danny likes it. I thought?—”
“Oh my God, shut up.” I laugh as I climb into the bed, and she holds back the covers.
She climbs in on top of the covers and lies facing me, tears now filling her eyes. “If I thought you could have been hurt like this, I would never have?—”
“It wouldn’t have happened if I sent the text on my way out. The crowd was insane, and I couldn’t. I knew Chloe, I knew last night was the night, and I was so ready to nail his ass. I tried to send it, and that’s when he hit me, and I dropped the phone.”
“They got the text,” Leland says from the doorway, walking in with a plate full of food and handing it to Chloe. “The best they can come up with is that, somehow, during the struggle, or there was a delay due to poor service out there, it was sent.” He says this all to Chloe then adds. “Let Gwen know I’m going to pick up Ms. Deb and Ms. Annie from the airport. I’ll bring them back here so they can lay eyes on her, and then take them back to the beach, all three of them.”
I look at Chloe. “You tell him he needs to play today. After the game, maybe they’ll go. Maybe I will, too.”
His response: “You tell Gwen on one condition—that she agrees to stay at the beach house so she can fucking relax. Marks can come, too.”
“You tell him?—”
“How about you tell each other?” Chloe asks, cutting a piece of omelet.
“She said no talking,” he answers.
“Then how y’all going to communicate?”
“Who the hell knows? Interpretive dance?” he says as he walks away.
Game 3
16
I’m just about to open the locker room door when I hear my name. I glance back and see Zandor and Xavier Steel.
“Thought you were out tonight?” Zandor asks.
“Got Rome out. Nour, AJ, and Bennett didn’t get shit for sleep, either. I’m good.”
“How’s your girl?” Xavier asks.
“Gwendolyn York is fine.”
“Oh shit, you may not know this, but fine is never good.” X shakes his head. “Total opposite.”
“Yeah, you hear that word, you get her legs in the air as quick as you can and do that while apologizing for whatever you allegedly did to make her fine,” Zandor agrees.
“We’re communicating through a third party and possibly interpretive dance.” I nod.
“Magic Mike that shit up; you’ll be good.” X nods. “You know the pony dance?”
“Do not listen to them.” Amias strolls past them and nods down the hall. “Come on, Locke.”
Down the hall a few steps, he asks, “You sure you’re good to play tonight?”
“Rome’s out.” I shake my head. “I need to play.”
“Understood. You let Coach know you’re here?”
“Yeah, right after yoga and before I slept for five straight hours.”
