Page 36 of Waiting For Fate

I swear to God if she went home with that guy.

I jog back to my truck, my face growing hotter by the second as I picture her with him. His hands on her perfect body, her hair on his pillow, her lips around his?—

Fuck! Why have I been waiting around like an idiot to talk to her while she’s out here falling in love with some other dude?

I pick up my phone and dial Tank’s number before pulling off towards my next destination.

“Hello?” The genuine confusion in his tone makes me do a double take that I’ve dialed the right number.

“Tank, It’s Sawyer.” I can hear him laugh immediately when I identify myself.

“Yeah, man, I know. I have your number saved. I'm just not used to getting phone calls. Everything okay?”

“Not fucking really. I think Leah went home with that guy, Jason.”

“You mean Jackson?” he corrects.

“I literally could not care less what his name is right now.” I hear him snicker but I’m too distracted to say anything about it. “She’s not at home and I think I may have pissed her off so badly that she went home with him.”

“Well Leah never struck me as the type to go have revenge sex, maybe she just wanted to go home with him. What the hell did you do, exactly?” My teeth grind together with immense force when I hear him suggest Leah having any kind of sex with someone that isn’t me.

“Can you just… I don’t know, talk me down or something. Because I’m about to pull some real crazy shit and hunt this guy's address down to find her.”

“Well now don’t do that…yet. You never told me what you did that you think pissed her off so bad to begin with.” I let out a defeated sigh, knowing just how insane this makes me sound.

“I may or may not have seen them kiss on the Jumbotron at the game tonight.”

“Oh?”

“And may or may not have threatened him afterwards because of it.” Silence fills my truck as I wait for Tank’s response.

“Tank?”

“Hold on. I’m trying to think of all the wild shit me, Tucker, and Max have done for our girls to see if this tops any of them.”

“You almost murdered my ex in a motel room. I think you’ll always win, babe.” I hear Ruby’s voice float into the receiver and my eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.

“Thank you for the reminder, Honey.” Tank’s voice is more distant, like he’s holding the phone away from his mouth.

“Jesus, dude. At least I know I called the right person.”

“So why did you need to find her? To apologize, break the guy’s nose, or finally tell her how you feel?” I hear Ruby gasp in the background, and I scrub a hand over my face with a laugh.

“All of the above?”

“Why don’t you try to blow off some steam first. If you still feel like you need to hunt him down after that give me another call and we’ll find the unlucky son of a bitch together.”

“Thanks man. I’m about to do just that.” I hang up the phone and throw my truck into park before rushing the sidewalk to my sister’s house.

I knock on the door and roll my neck as I pace back and forth on the front porch, waiting for someone to answer. When the door opens my sister’s eyes grow wide when she takes me in.

“Sawyer, what are you doing here? No more innocent bystanders to threaten?” The sarcasm in her tone that I usually retaliate from with a jab of my own, rubs me in all the wrong ways tonight.

“Taylor, not now. Do you know where Leah is?”

“Are you serious, Moose? She’s probably at home, or at Jacksons if you didn’t scare him off after that shit you pulled tonight.”

“Fuck!” I yell, making her roll her eyes. If there’s one person used to seeing my temper, it’s Taylor. She’s been on the sidelines during some of my most heated moments on the ice and has become completely unphased by me getting worked up like this.

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