Page 20 of Rock Pucking Bottom

That pit of loneliness threatened to make itself known.

Don't think about those things. That's what got you in trouble in the first place.

I went into the dressing room, switched into my clothes, and pulled out my mobile. I smiled when I saw the ten billion texts from the guys back home congratulated me for the win. All saying they were jealous that the Legacy was in the playoffs rather than them.

I went into my recent contacts and dialed Emmy's number. She picked up almost immediately. "Where's your head at Eoghan?"

That's what I loved about my future mate. She got to straight to the point.

Ugh. I couldn't think about the fact my therapist was also my mate. Although nights like this, she did the role that she hated. Being my sponsor. In her words it was highly inappropriate which I still didn't understand why. Was it wrong to open up to my mate and confide in her all my desires to drink? Why would I do it with a stranger?

"Jumbled."

It was the easiest way to explain the mix of emotions going on. Hopefully, she didn't probe too much into what that meant. I really didn't want a full therapy session tonight. Just some direction on if I should be with the guys or not.

I heard her shift body positions. Making me think she was laying down. "Shit, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"You didn't. Just moving over to the desk if I need to."

"You don't need to take notes or anything. I don't think I'm going to relapse. Although I just needed your opinion about if I should join the guys and go to the zero-proof bar that they invited me to."

She took a sip of something that only confirmed that I woke her up. "What do you think you should do?"

What a therapist style question thrown at me? But I also couldn't be mad at her for letting me decide on my own rather than just telling me what to do. She encouraged me to challenge my evilest of thoughts and stay clean.

"That I should hang out with the guys and do something. But it's a bar."

She giggled. God, I loved how that giggle got to me every time. It was like mana to my ears. I was about to ask what I should do but she spoke up, "I think you should go too since it will help with your loneliness. If you want, I can meet you there."

Hearing that she might join us, I jumped at the opportunity. "That would be great."

"Text me the location. Get back to celebrating the win."

I hung up and smiled.

I did a quick google search to find out the address of the Merchant Store and texted it to her, or at least I thought I did. But it seemed weird since the photos seemed like it was more of a gift shop than a bar to hang out at and it was supposedly closed at this hour.

Instead of Emmy responding to me, it was Logan Petersen.

Awesome. I'll be there.

Wait, you're here?

Of course. Couldn't miss one of the biggest games of the year. If you weren't hiding away, you would have known sooner.

Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck.

Okay, normally seeing Logan was a relief since he was the only one who knew that I was freaking werewolf, but I didn't want him to see me tempted by Emmy or maybe even booze. I'd finally stopped using that vile stuff from Dino and if he thought I was screwing up, he would put me right back on it.

I scrolled up to see why I texted Logan instead of Emmy. He texted me right as I was opening the app and asked what I was up to tonight.

At least my text didn't seem so random.

Then I texted Emmy for real and headed to the family lounge to tell Scuba that I was in since it was clear he picked out the location for me.

Chapter 18

Emmy

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