Page 82 of Game Changer

She springs up. “Is it Lindsey? Is she awake?”

For some reason, I just sit there and worry that this might be a point on the bad side of the Boone Board for her. I sure as fuck wouldn’t want her ex to wake us up at two a.m.

“Boone, answer the question,” she demands as she gets up and out of bed.

“It is. She’s awake and asked for me.”

“Oh my God, what are you still doing in bed? Get up. Let’s go!”

Apparently, she doesn’t see it as bad.

Pulling into the parking lot, Sydney tells me she’s going to wait for me in the vehicle. I ask that if she’s not going to come in the room with me, she should wait in the waiting room instead of some parking garage in the middle of the city at three in the morning.

I win.

As we step off the elevator, Syd looks up. “If she asks for Lily, I’ll go get her, okay?”

“Or our family can bring her,” I suggest.

“Shoot, right, she stayed with them at the lodge last night.”

The lodge has an indoor water park. It was Syd’s idea to book them all there because it would keep Lily entertained and tire her out, in hopes she would not have a chance to think about the terrifying shit that has gone on around her. My in-laws got a room, too, so that our families could get to know each other better, and Maggie Sawyer offered to go so Lily could have a girl boss sleepover.

I threatened my brothers within an inch of their lives, and I also threatened to shut off their credit cards if they aren’t on their best behavior.

“Go.” Sydney does her little excited toe-tapping and all but pushes me down the hall.

“You’re fucking adorable, Sydney Boone.”

She grins. “I know.”

“Of course you fucking do.” I kiss her then step back. “Text if you?—”

“Go.”

Walking into Lindsey’s room, I about fall the fuck over when I see her ex-fiancé.

A whispered, “Beau,” has my head on a swivel.

No annoyance on earth could take away the smile that spreads across my face when I hear her say my name or see her eyes open and her partially sitting up.

“There you are,” I say, walking over and taking her outstretched hand.

“Where’s your wife?” she asks with a smile.

“Oh, so you know about my wedding before I even get a chance to tell you?” I act like I’m joking around, but I am pissed. Mitchell is here only because I allowed it, and he’s now toldLindsey I was married and brought that asshole ex of hers into her room.

“You told me.”

“What?” I ask.

“It’s like my head was underwater, but I could hear people from about whatever day Liam came here. So yes, I knew you were getting married, and I am happy for you.”

“Appreciate that, Red, but …” I scowl at the twat standing in the corner with his bow tie so tight his pinched face is even more pinched today.

“He’s not here for Lindsey; he’s here with me,” Mitchell says.

“Do I look like an idiot to you?” I ask.

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