Page 39 of Play Maker

Kolby’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t succumb to the contagion.

“I am going to call it a night.” I dump my drink down the sink drain. “If you guys want anything, what’s mine is yours, except the cheesy potatoes.”

I walk over and open the closet. “The bathroom is the other door.”

I drag out the collapsible frame. “This is a queen-size. The mattress and electric pump are in there. It’s comfier than the couch.”

“I appreciate it,” Skinner says, confirming he’ll be down here, which means Kolby Grimes will be in the spare bedroom.

Grrr, I should have totally made room for a walk-in closet instead of a place for Mags and Iz to crash.

As soon as I’m in my room I send Riley a damn text.

Me:

You’re an ass. You seriously offered up my place??

Riley:

Oh, I’m the ass? You’re the one who said—and I quote—“All of us have extra room.” Did we forget that?

Me:

It was hypothetical. Not me saying let’s house two giants who track in snow and disruption, who will ruin my three days off.

I think but clearly don’t type,And unresolved sexual tension … that was recently resolved, but now I want more.

Riley:

Hart and I have four guys under our roof right now. Someone ate his protein powder dry like it was Fun Dip. You’ll survive.

Me:

YOU chose Hart. I chose silence, solitude, and my cast iron.

Riley added Izzy and Maggie to the chat

This bitch …

Maggie:

OMG, is this about the Hot Grumpy Guard (henceforth known as HGG) and his Hotter (slightly less astute) Best Friend (HBF)??

Izzy:

Wait. I’m just waking up to this. did you say they’re THERE, like … in the silo? right now?

Me:

Yes. Breathing my oxygen. Drinking my drink. Ruining my peace.

Riley:

Also, a reminder: You literally offered.

Me:

-ish

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