I snort. "And how will you cheer me on?"
"I'll wear a mini skirt too, if you like."
"And sing my name?"
"I'll dance to it, too."
"Should we get pom-poms?"
"In your favorite color."
"Purple."
"As long as it's a deep, saturated purple. Lilac tones wash me out."
I laugh and he gives me a self-satisfied smile.
"Thank you," I say again.
The weight in my chest still craters between my lungs, but it doesn't wreck me like I might have guessed before this horrible morning.
At least in part, I owe it to Saint and how he's handled this evening. Now all I need to do is figure out how to salvage my life and my business… and do it all as soon as possible.
Chapter 5
Saint
Another win for the books, and I can breathe a little easier. Nothing is settled yet. To win the championship, we need to play with near perfection. For me to be the MVP, I need to break records. Still, getting a great score that I helped with in an away game, means I'm on the right track.
Finally in the parkade under my building, I turn off my car. I sigh and check my phone.
Dom: Dammit that was a long flight back. Everyone made it home?
Damián: Yeah. At least we won again.
Bear: Recovery tomorrow will be hell. My whole body is a bruise. You ok, Logan? You got sacked prettyhard too
Logan: I'll be fine. I'm in the hot tub right now. Let's rest tonight and deal with everything in the morning
Bear: Let's go out tomorrow night. Relax at the club, plan ways to make sure the GM doesn't play with Saint's contract
Saint: Yeah, let's plan, but I can't go to the club tomorrow.
Dom: Wait. No club tomorrow?
Saint: You're all welcome to go to the club without me this time. I won't be too offended
Damián: The fomo will kill you, Santiago.
Saint: I'll live. Staying home for once might be good for me. Maybe
Logan: Is Ames still at your place?
Dom: I guess that means you won't be alone at least
Saint: I'm not allergic to being alone, guys. I've never found a reason for it, that's all. AND I won't be alone.
Bear: How long has it been since Ames has been with you?