Page 108 of The Suit

“Fucking hell!” I scratched my nails through my hair. I could probably use a shower too.

“I know, this is going to be huge fix for us.”

I stood up and faced Murray, keeping my voice low. “Yep. I don’t even know where to start. The Lions are so shit; I can’t remember when they last won a game. Maybe he bought it cheaply?”

“I dunno, but buying a Major League Club isn’t something you do overnight; they must have been planning this. How the fuck have they kept it quiet?”

I shook my head while I tried to think. “Knowing Penn he’ll have stormed out without reading the fine print. I’d like to see that contract though.”

“Yeah, Raf, reckon you could get me out of it?”

Murray and I turned to find a cleaner looking Penn under the arch leading to the bathroom.

“I doubt I could go against your grandfather’s army of lawyers, but have you got it here?”

He shook his head, a tiny smirk appearing as he did. “No, I stormed out,”

Murray and I both laughed, the mood of the room lightening slightly. “Of course you did. Come on, I can smell the coffee.”

The kitchen was almost back to normal when we walked in; Kit had already filled a couple of trash bags and cleaned down the counters.

“Oh my God, Penn! What happened? Sit down, let me look at that,” she cried when we entered, spotting the gash on Penn’s head. It still looked pretty bad even after his shower; the purple bruise edging the outside wasn’t helping. She pulled him to one of the chairs around the huge kitchen table and forced him into it.

“Have you got a first aid box?”

“It’s fine, don’t fuss. I washed it in the shower.” He looked at her only to be met with a resounding and very hard stare. “It’s in the laundry room.”

Kit ran off, returning a minute later with a very comprehensive first aid kit. Lauren must have left it for him. Penn flinched as she dabbed the cut with antiseptic.

“How did this happen?”

He closed his eyes. “I was drunk and smashed up the cabinets. I threw the Jeter bat at the wall, and it bounced back and hit me.”

“You did this to yourself?” Kit frowned, while she picked up some butterfly strips and started applying them. “You might need some stitches.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled again.

“I don’t understand. Why were you so angry?”

I could see Penn’s nostrils flaring as he started to get worked up again, so cut in.

“Penn’s grandfather gifted him a baseball team, and he doesn’t want it.”

She stepped back and looked at me to check I was telling the truth, then down at Penn again. “But you love baseball, this is amazing and so exciting! Oh my God, you own a baseball team! It’s what you’ve always wanted.”

Penn ducked away from her hand as she tried to attach the final strip. “Not this fucking baseball team I haven’t.”

“What?” She looked around at us, clearly confused. “I don’t understand. Isn’t this a good thing?”

“He doesn’t support the Lions; he supports the Yankees. He doesn’t want to own a club he hates,” Murray explained.

She frowned deeply, three lines forming on her forehead while her brows met in the middle as she stared down at Penn. “You love baseball which everyone knows, and your grandfather has bought you a baseball team. And now you’re pissed?”

“It’s not that simple,” he grunted.

“Right,” she snapped then turned her head with a shake and muttered something I swear sounded like‘unbelievable’.

I was about to get up and see what food Penn had in stock and whether we could get our coffee, but I realized that would involve asking Kit who was currently bashing coffee cups down on the counter. I glanced at Murray who seemed to have an inkling of why she was now trying to break the cupboard doors in half by slamming them as hard as she could.

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