Page 6 of Magnetic God

Whatever! I’d take one for the team if this were reversed.

I believe I already took one for the team when I took your brother to the seats.

Don’t be like that…

I think he likes me! Do you think he likes me?

I smile.

Yeah. I do.

What’s Peter going to say about it?

Not my problem LOL.

The Sheraton is five blocks from the arena. Thankfully, it’s nice out. March in Texas can go either way this late at night. At least it’s not raining.

“What’s the game plan?” I ask.

“We’re going to look for wrestlers,” Peter answers, as if I didn’t understand him the first time.

“I know that. I mean, what are we going to do when we get to the hotel? Walk in? Stand by the doors?”

Peter stops and turns. “Good point. Guess we’ll have to wing it when we get there.”

There are so many holes in his plan, but I keep my mouth shut. With any luck, we’ll get kicked out of the hotel and be back home by one.

The hotel isn’t as packed as I thought it’d be. The lobby is mostly empty and the loud laughter coming from the bar suggests that’s where everyone is. Peter and Matt must have the same idea because they beeline toward the entrance.

“Hey,” Jess hisses. “We can’t go in there, dumb ass.”

Peter glances over his shoulder. “Sounds like a personal problem.”

Matt is a bit more understanding. “They won’t ID you unless you try to order something. Just stay close, okay?”

Jess practically floats to his side.

Grumbling under my breath, I follow them. Do I think this is a bad idea? Yes. Do I want to sit by myself in the lobby? No. So here we are.

The bar is on the smaller side, making it easy to spot the fans versus the wrestlers. The fans hang out at the bar and along the edges of the room, as if they’re afraid of getting too close, making them stand out. Big time. The wrestlers sit at tall tables, talking to each other and joking as drinks are passed around. Not all of them are here, of course. Brooks, for example, isn’t here.

I hate that I even notice.

Peter grabs Matt’s hand and whispers, “Bro! Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

Matt whistles under his breath. “Damn!”

I’m almost afraid to look, but curiosity gets the best of me. Two of the female wrestlers are sitting at a table, laughing, and drinking. They’re even more beautiful in person, if that’s possible. I glance at Jess to see how she’s handling this. The scowl on her face is answer enough.

She asks, “You aren’t seriously going over there, are you?”

She’s looking at Peter, but I get the feeling the question is for Matt.

“Hell yes, we’re going over there! Come on, Matt.”

Matt looks torn for a total of two seconds before following Peter. They go up to the women, Peter leading the way. Whatever they say must work because the brunette motions for them to take the two empty chairs. I’ve known Peter since I was nine and he was thirteen. Objectively, I guess he could be considered handsome, though I don’t see him in that way. Never have, much to Jess’ dismay. She went through a huge phase when we were kids where she just knew Peter and I would get married one day. Thankfully, she moved past that notion fairly quickly.

I nudge Jess’ arm.

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