Page 104 of Power Play

Still don’t understand.

Easy E

way 2 fuckng cheery. Tf is wrong wit u?

Hudson

You call it cheery, I call it sober and feeling great. Went on a run at sunrise and it sure was nice.

G-Money

ur sick in the head

I’m goingto kill whoever left the curtains open in my hotel room.

I groan and try to sit up, but my head is throbbing like someone whacked it with a baseball bat.

Repeatedly.

My throat is dry as shit, and when I try to open my eyes and get my bearings, everything hurts too fucking much.

“Christ.” I press my fingers into my forehead to get rid of the pain in my skull. “This is a new level of hell.”

“I’m dying,” a voice next to me says around a whimper, and I shoot straight up.

I roll to the right and fall off the bed, landing face-first on the carpet that smells like utter shit. There’s another noise and I slowly look over the edge of the mattress to find Piper curled up on the bed.

Her hair is a mess. There’s glitter on her cheeks and arms and a little pink mark below her ear. One foot has a sock on it, the other doesn’t, and she’s clutching a pillow to her chest.

She looks how I feel: like I’ve been through the fucking ringer.

“You’re in my bed,” I say.

“No.” She rolls on her back and drapes an arm over her face. “You’re in my bed.”

I scan the room.

There’s a pink suitcase against the wall. A pair of heels under a chair. A bra slung over a lamp and four notebooks on the desk.

No gear. No skates. No sticks.

Definitely not my room.

“Why did I come back here last night?”

“Don’t know,” she groans. “I can’t remember anything after Maverick and Emmy’s wedding.”

That’s like a bucket of cold water on my head. “Maverick and Emmy gotmarried?”

Piper reaches for the bedside table and fumbles around. She grabs her phone and taps the screen before turning it my way.

There’s a photo of Maverick and Emmy kissing under an arch. Another of the team clapping and cheering. One of me, my arm around Piper and her head on my chest. A final picture of Emmy on Maverick’s back, aJust Marriedsign hanging from between his teeth.

“Holy shit.”

“How drunk were you?” she asks.

Pretty fucking drunk.

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