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“I don’t know if you’re capable of being smart,” I say to myself quietly, then decide I really need that cup of coffee. I need to be on top of my game to deal with the possible onslaught of drama that is likely to happen when the trio joins us at the hospital.

28

DIMITRI

Winning the game feels amazing, but all I can think about is Liv, lying in a hospital bed, carrying my baby. Well, more likeourbaby, but a baby that I already feel fiercely protective over.

I dodge the post-game interviews with that asshat Travis and race to the locker room to start getting cleaned up. I take a quick shower then throw on my clothes. I need to figure out where Liv is and get to her as soon as I can.

“Do you know which hospital they took her to?” I ask Connor when he comes into the room.

He nods. “Max texted me. Let’s get cleaned up then head over.”

“Where’s Aiden?” I ask.

“He got caught by Travis for an interview,” Connor says, irritation clear in his tone. “I hate that dude. He’s the worst.”

Aiden rushes in moments later. “Sorry,” he says. “Couldn’t escape the asshat.”

“It’s fine,” I say as I finish changing into my street clothes and slam my locker. “Just get dressed so we can get going.”

“If it isn’t the three guys I want to talk with the most,” Travis says in a cocky tone as he saunters into the locker room.

I glance around. It’s just him and us in the room. What does he want with us specifically other than the likely condition that he’s just out to cause trouble?

“What do you want?” Connor snarls. “We already gave you stuff for social media.”

Travis stays silent, looking at us with a strangely veiled hint of a threat in his posture.

“Look, man, we don’t have time for this.”

“Are you guys in a rush to get somewhere?” he asks as if he already knows the answer.

I glare at him. “Why do you care?”

“Oh, I just think some very interesting things have lined up lately for all of us who have inquiring minds.” He looks at his perfectly manicured fingernails.

I mutter Russian obscenities under my breath as I continue to glare at him.

“The Russian Bear is angry, I see,” Travis says. “That’s interesting. Do you feel that way about all of your flings?”

“Look, that’s not what we—” Connor starts to say but I cut him off.

“Don’t say anything to him,” I interject, shaking my head. “He’s not worth our time. Come on. We need to get going.”

“Interesting timing that my cohost declares on national television that she’s pregnant right after the media caught you three coming and going from her place,” Travis says in that slimy way of his.

I step closer to him, my eyes narrowed on his weaselly, smug face. “What are you trying to say?”

Travis shrugs casually. “It’s just interesting that all of you have been fooling around with her and now she’s pregnant. Do you know which one of you is the father?”

Something in me snaps. I race toward him and punch him in the face. His head snaps back and blood pours out of his nose. “That’s none of your business,” I growl at him as he stumbles back away from me.

“Are you all going to raise that kid together?” Travis keeps going, his voice sounding thick due to the blood pouring from his broken nose. He wipes at the blood and blinks, clearly trying to reorientate himself.

“Again, that’s none of your damn business!” I shout, hitting him square in the stomach.

Travis doubles over, and there’s a clattering sound as his cellphone hits the ground. I realize that it’s on and recording.

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