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“Fuck you.” I throw the protein bar wrapper at him; he just laughs and catches it against his chest.

Deacon looks over from a few stalls down, buzzing with energy. “You guys coming out?”

I remember what my rookie season was like.

“Only a couple drinks for me.” Jax throws out.

“Count me in.” A few guys holler out.

“Nah,” I respond casually.

Mercer cocks a brow. “No?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Huh.”

I narrow my eyes. “What the fuck does huh mean?”

“Oh, nothing.” He snorts, shaking his head.

“Jesus Christ. You guys need a new word.”

Jax grins. “Just trying to remember the last road trip you willingly went back to the hotel alone.”

Mercer wags his finger at Jax. “Good one.”

I throw my hands up. “Are you two keeping track of who I fuck now?”

“Absolutely not,” Jax says. “But your lack of subtlety over the years has made it difficult not to notice.”

I wave a hand between them. “Fuck you both.”

“Apparently not.” Mercer takes a step back. “You can’t even buy us a drink.”

“Asshole,” I mumble.

Jax barks out a laugh.

“You’re no better.”

Jax tosses a towel my way. “You know where to find us if you change your mind.”

“I won’t. But make sure no one drinks and drives.”

“Got it, Cap.” Mercer calls.

I watch them walk off.

I look back down—another message.

Baby Becks: Seriously though. Good game, Ken.

The grin comes back.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

DELANEY