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“It looks like I’m being sued for wrongful termination.”
“What? Who?” He was indignant on my behalf, but soon put the pieces together. “The guy we threw out of the locker room.”
I nodded. “The very one.”
Austin stood up. “That motherfucker is bad news. You had every right to fire him.”
“I know. My contracts are ironclad. I don’t tolerate any homophobic or insensitive bullshit. I realize men say things in the heat of the moment, but this guy made it his business to continually harass Patrick over an extended period. That creates an environment that goes against everything our team stands for. I just wish I’d known it sooner.”
He nodded and sat back down. He wrapped his arm around my waist. “Your legal team will handle it.”
“They will,” I said. “I just hope they don’t drag Jesse into it.”
I snorted. “You don’t have to worry about GQ. His business partner has plenty of money for whatever he needs.”
I furrowed my brow as I looked at him. “I’m sure Aidan and Marcus don’t want to be drug into this mess.”
When he didn’t comment, things fell into place. “You’re his partner with all the money, aren’t you?”
“No. We are. You and me.”
Now it was my turn to gawk at him. “We should have signed a prenup to protect you.”
Austin laughed. “Greer, for what? So we could swap money for the minuscule chance we divorce? You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not. Lawsuit or no lawsuit, we’re in this together. And I have the paperwork to prove it.”
I was having a difficult time caring about any of it. “Is there anything else I need to know about?”
He grinned and kissed my cheek. “Probably, but it’ll wait until our honeymoon is over.”
He rose to his feet and gently pushed me onto my back. Crawling over me, his kisses made me forget everything else existed except for him.
CHAPTER 30
AUSTIN
Katherine had warmed up to me in the days following the wedding, providing Greer a little solace. He took her to breakfast in order to spend some time with her, while Fisher and I hit the waves as promised.
After two hours of low-wave surfing, I had a new best friend who reminded me a lot of myself at his age... until he started talking.
“Dude, we need to go to Hawaii and surf over there,” he said, as we bobbed on our boards in the water. “The waves are killer. I’ve watched the surfing championships on YouTube. We could so do that.”
I grinned. “And you think you can handle that from watching YouTube?”
Fisher ran his hand through his blond hair and grinned. “Yeah, why not?”
“And you do a lot of surfing in Chicago?” God, he was killing me. It was like talking to Dreamboat.
“Yeah,” he gushed. “Well, not actually in the water. But we do a simulator and go to a big wave pool.”
He was fucking serious. It was hurting me to hold in the laughter. “Wave pool? On a surfboard?”
He nodded, his blond locks falling in his eyes. “Boogie Board.”
Rolling my lips in, I tried not to laugh in his face or crush his surfer dude dreams, but I couldn’t be irresponsible and let him just think he could manage this without surfing lessons. “You realize there is a distinct difference in the height of the waves here compared to Hawaii, right? Some places have waves like these, but the swells you’re talking about get really big.”
Fisher grinned at me like he knew exactly what I was talking about. I had to remember to talk to Greer about all of this. “It’ll be gnarly, dude.”
I grinned every time he called me that. “Yeah, dude. Okay. But you’ve got to have real surfing lessons before I go. Not just YouTube and wave pool experience. Your uncle would kill me if I let a shark eat you like that.”
