Page 71 of Fought and Freed

Kirby lay face down on the floor, while Ace sprawled out on the couch. Bottles of alcohol littered the coffee table.

How much did he drink? And why was he in his underwear?

He searched the suite but didn’t find his pants or shirt anywhere and stumbled into the room he shared with Ryder. The other man wasn’t there, which meant he must have slept with Maddy.

Cody grabbed a pair of shorts, then stumbled out to the little kitchen for some water. As he called down to the front desk and ordered greasy breakfasts for everyone, along with coffee, he glanced at the clock on the microwave.

It took a second for his brain to process that the two o’clock on the display meant it was already late in the afternoon.

Shit.

Cody was grateful when the room service guy arrived with the coffee. The man set everything up on the kitchen counter and left.

Cody grabbed one of the carafes and a mug and walked outside to sit on the balcony.

For this whole trip, Cody had been thinking about what he wanted to do with his life. He’d always wanted to do MMA, but the likelihood of him becoming well-known was a long shot. He enjoyed flipping houses, but he’d also been spinning his wheels the last year and not getting anywhere.

The sliding glass door opened, and a hand ran down his chest. “Morning, big guy.”

He set his coffee mug down and wrapped his arm around Maddy’s waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Afternoon, little one.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “I guess it is.”

“Did you have fun last night?”

“Yeah, I had a great time.” She gave him a teasing smile. “So did you.”

He ran a hand down his face. “What did I do?”

She kissed his nose. “You had fun, and I loved every minute of it. You acted like a college kid for the first time since we met.” She laughed. “It was nice.”

Kirby came barreling out to the patio, his phone in his hand. “Oh my God, you have got to see this! You got some dance moves, dude.”

Cody snatched the phone. A video played on the screen of them dancing to Pony on stage.

Bits and pieces of the night came back to Cody. “I’m going to kill them.”

He stood, setting a laughing Maddy on her feet, and stomped into the living room.

“Skylar, I’m going to kill you!” he yelled.

Lucca opened the door to Torr’s bedroom. “What’s going on?”

Cody pointed at him. “You did this. This is all your fault.”

Skylar was sitting at the dining room table, a plate of breakfast half eaten in front of him. “Come on, it was funny as Hell.”

Cody scratched his head. “Is that why I can’t seem to find my shirt or pants?”

Skylar chuckled. “No, you lost your shirt and pants when you and Greg had a contest to see who could strip the fastest, then run up and down the hall.”

Greg came out of the bathroom. “I remember that.”

Cody grinned. “Yeah, and I beat your ass, too.”

“You might have, but I got first place in our dancing competition.” He pointed to a sticker on his chest that declared First Place.

“God, I can’t believe I got up and danced in front of everyone.” Cody covered his face with his hands.

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