Page 30 of The Break Out

Collee gets in my face, and since he’s only an inch taller than me we’re basically at eye level.

“Leave my fucking sister alone, got it?” he says darkly, and I think it’s as close to pissed off as I’ve seen him.

It makes me smile.

“Aye aye, Captain.”

I push past him, nodding at Brynn as I head out. As soon as I get to my car, I pull out my phone and send her a text before driving home.

Colton: Just wait until big brother finds out his baby sister wants to fuck his big bad teammate.

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“Idon’t like him,” Brent mumbles as Colton walks away.

“Yeah, well, I think that’s why he wants to get a rise out of you.” I pat his arm.

“You’d tell me if he was bothering you and I need to say something to him, right?”

“Nope, definitely not. Stop worrying about me and go home to your baby mama.” I wave him off as I go to the parking garage to head home for the night. It wasn’t the same going to a game without my friends. It reminded me of when Brent would drag me to his games because no one else could watch me since Bryson and Bailey were doing their own things and Brandon couldn’t be trusted.

Except now his games are louder. Obviously being the NHL and not just a high school hockey game.

After I get home, I check my phone and see a text from Colton.

Colton: Just wait until big brother finds out his baby sister wants to fuck his big bad teammate.

Brynn: Don’t you have a whole slew of puck bunnies to bother instead of me?

Colton: They don’t get bothered by me. They love the attention I give them. Especially with my mouth.

Brynn: Gross.

Colton: I can come over and show you.

Brynn: Find someone else.

I’m done entertaining him for the night, so I plug my phone in and put it on silent, so I don’t have to deal with him anymore.

The constant buzzingwakes me up. Blindly, I try to get it to stop and once it does my arm drops like dead weight from exhaustion. Only the damn sound starts up once again. Groaning, I grab my phone, ready to launch it across the room when I see it’s Brent calling me. Him calling in the middle of the night has me instantly on edge that something is wrong.

“Hello?” I answer, panicked.

“Sorry to wake you up,” his annoyingly calm voice says.

“What’s wrong?” I’m already getting out of bed because my heart rate is too high to just sit still.

“Chandler is in labor,” he says it in the same tone he would tell me the weather.

“Oh my god, what? What hospital, I’m coming.” I’m already pulling on some jeans and tripping over the legs as I attempt to pull them up while balancing my phone on my shoulder.

“You don’t have to; I can let you know once she’s here.”

“Hah, hilarious, bro. I’m going to be there, and you can’t stop me.”

He sighs, I know he would normally argue with me, but clearly is too preoccupied to do that, so he tells me what hospital and I’m out to my car in record time. I may break a couple traffic laws as I get to the hospital much faster than my GPS thought. The estimated time of arrival on those things is a challenge anyway.

The receptionist gives me a look when I tell her I’m there for a Chandler Hart. For a second I think she’s going to give me a hard time, but she buzzes me up and I see Audrey and Charlie in the waiting room.

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