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I brought my hands to his face and held him tenderly.
“I love you so much. Never forget that.”
“Never. You’re mine, linebacker. You’re mine.”
CHAPTER 29
COLE
When we got home from Bowen Island, we jumped right into rehearsal. We were four weeks away from the second leg of the tour and wanted to add two new songs to the show. Maybe even three.
All four of us were in the studio today, ready to pound out some new music and revamp the set list.
Sam Crosby, our twenty-eight-year-old, baby-faced, blond-haired, and blue-eyed drummer, came striding in with what looked like a couple of sets of drumsticks in his hand. Usually so relaxed, he flopped down on the sofa without his usual jovial attitude.
“Hey, Sammy, what’s up?”
Before he could answer, Owen Peterson, our other multi-talented musician who could play any instrument you put in front of him, walked in. Owen was thirty and a musical prodigy who’d studied briefly at Julliard in New York. His brown hair and piercing green eyes had the girls screaming when we were on stage.
“Hey, O. Good to see you.” I gave him a fist bump.
It felt like I hadn’t seen them in six months, and I’d missed them. We’d had a good time on the road.
“Hey, how’s Patrick doing?” Sam asked from his spot on the sofa.
“Really good. The cast is off and he’s working on some PT to strengthen it again.”
Owen took a seat at the control board next to me. “That’s good. I heard he won’t be playing this season.”
“He’s not. Actually, he’s decided not to play anymore. He’s retiring after this year.”
I explained all the medical reasons with the concussions and what that could mean for the future. Neither of us wanted any more medical complications than what we’d already dealt with.
Adam walked in with Michael, who stopped at the door. I could see he was looking for Patrick. “When did you guys get back from Canada?”
“Yesterday.”
“Have a good time?”
I smiled. “The best. It’s beautiful up there.”
“Did you go into Vancouver?”
I shook my head. “Nah, we just stayed on the island. We enjoyed the anonymity.”
“I bet.” Michael tapped the doorframe. “Okay, well, where is my new teammate? We’ve got stuff to get started on.”
“Teammate?” Owen was confused. Nothing unusual there.
Michael smiled. “You must have missed the press briefing. Patrick is working with EHM now. He’s the personal bodyguard to one Cole Bradley.”
He knew there was no press briefing, but Owen snorted anyway. “Like he wasn’t before.”
I shot him the middle finger, but he just laughed.
“He gets paid to do it now. And he’s my backup.”
“Damn,” Sam moaned. “Now both you and Adam are gonna be gettin’ laid on the reg. You’ll be impossible to live with.”
