Page 73 of What If I See You

“Well, I’m sorry to say my character’s name is not Griffin. It’s Todd.”

“Pbft! Griffin’s totally sexier than Todd.”

I swear to God before I actually fall asleep I hear her whisper, “Yes. Yes he is.”

“What’sthe matter with you, Ollenberg?” August asks when he steps into the gym for our morning workout. “You’re moving around this place like your grandmother this morning. Did you skip your pre-workout drink or what?”

“Nah. Just a little sore, that’s all.”

Ledger whistles from his seat at the stationary bike. “Sore, huh? Does that mean what I think it means?”

I chuckle and shake my head because they’re about to be very disappointed in me. “Nope.” I lean down to my duffel bag to find my stretch bands. “It means I slept on the tiny couch last night so Layken could have the bed. That’s all.”

Harrison cocks his head. “Wait, what? You slept on the couch?”

“Yep.”

“What the hell for?” Barrett asks with a scowl. “It’s fucking game day and now you’re a knotted tight mess. She should know that.”

“Hey.” I stand up tall, stretch bands in my hand. “Don’t talk about my wife like she’s a cruel ass bitch. She knows it’s gameday and she didn’t want me to sleep on the couch either. I insisted.”

Bodhi gives me a respectful nod and I’m grateful the kid gets it even though it’s probably Corrigan who puts him in his place when it comes to her best friend.

Glancing quickly around the room, I notice the questioning looks on all the guys’ faces.

“Oh, come on, guys. You didn’t really think I was going to expect her to share a bed with me, did you? I’m not going to force myself on her.”

“But you’re married,” Bear scoffs. “The least she could do is scoot over and give you a little space.”

“I thought you guys were in the honeymoon suite,” Ledger adds. “I heard Marlee talking about it.”

“Yeah well this isn’t California. It’s Boulder. The honeymoon suites look pretty much like your rooms I imagine. Except instead of two queen beds, there’s one king.”

“The couch wasn’t bigger?” Oliver asks.

“Nope just a loveseat. Then a table and chair and a fireplace. The view is killer though. Private balcony with floor to ceiling windows. It’s really quite nice.”

“That was kind of you to give your wife the bed, Griff,” Oliver says.

Lowering myself to the floor, I stretch my legs out in front of me and hook my band over my feet. “I didn’t do anything any of you guys wouldn’t do if you were in the same situation.”

August smirks. “You’re still allowed to say it fucking sucks though, bro.”

A regretful smile spreads across my face. “Oh, it definitely sucked. I am not meant to sleep on tiny furniture and my body is definitely hating me right now. But I’ll be fine once I get these stretches in.”

“You nervous, man?”Bodhi caps my shoulder as I lace up my skate preparing to take the ice for practice.

Arching a brow, I stare at him. “Why the hell would I be nervous?”

“Because your wife is here watching you play for the first time,” he explains. “I just thought maybe that would make you nervous.”

Nervous?

Nah.

Excited?

Sure.

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