Page 19 of Beautiful Collide

Good.

This can work.

Even with the rocky start, I can make a home here on the Saints.

For now, I’ll take that win.

SEASON TWO

5

Hudson

It’s nota good look for me that I’m running late. Again. It’s starting to be the story of my life, but this time, I had no choice.

Family shit.

And unfortunately, my family lives just far enough to cause problems if I ever have to jet off to see them.

The team is set to leave any minute now.

Shit.

Please tell me I didn’t fuck this up.

The light turns red. I pull to a stop and reach over the center console to grab my phone.

Dammit. It’s off.

I switched it off earlier when I was with my mother and never switched it back on.

The moment my phone powers to life, I know I’m in trouble.

It chimes a million times. Texts. Messages. Missed calls.

I mean, sure, I’m running late, but it’s not like we are leaving for another . . . I look at my phone. Well, fuck.

Now. We’re set to take off now. Shit. That doesn’t make sense.

The time change between Illinois and Ohio always messes me up.

I might have left at eleven, but the moment I crossed over the state line, I lost an hour.

Aiden:Where you at?

Then there’s Mason’s nonstop bombardment.

Mason:Bro, answer your phone.

Mason:Wilde. Fuck, dude. Where you at?

Mason:Seriously. Where the hell are you, Wilde?

And more texts from Aiden.

Aiden:Coach is about to freak out.

Aiden:You’ve got five minutes before Coach loses his mind.

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