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I kept talking, hand out, as if that would stop him. “And since the guy’s dog and Goober are not getting along…”

A rap on the doorframe, and yep, this was happening.

“Remy?” Ollie sounded confused.

“Ott— I mean, Coach Trent?”

Ollie looked from Remy to me. I pasted on a smile, like this wasn’t awkward at all. “Turns out you know the new tenant.”

Chapter 13

One of those players

Remy

I’d told Hanny I’d ask Sophie what her business was called and if she’d look at his guitar. He was eager to get her opinion on the thing and had brought it to practice for me to take to her. After seeing the security at the Williams place the first day he’d dropped me off, he thought that would be easiest. I’d picked up Beast from the doggy day care, and since the door was open, figured I’d see if I could at least drop off his guitar, rather than have it anywhere near Beast.

I didn’t plan to do more than greet her if she was really busy—there was an SUV in the driveway. She probably had a customer with her. The car had an Austin Aces sticker on it, but since I was new to the team I could probably escape recognition by a fan.

It was a shock to see Otts in the workshop. Like he’d been tracking me. One look at his face and it was obvious he had no idea I was staying here, this close to his ex. His expression went from surprised to angry in seconds, jaw clenched and hands fisted.

I felt like I’d made a misstep, though I wasn’t sure exactly how.

How bad was this going to be? He could make my professional life hell, but coaches did that all the time. I just hoped he wouldn’t stop me from playing altogether. I wasn’t afraid of him physically. While he’d kept in good shape, I was in playing condition. Pretty sure I could take him. It would depend on how badly I wanted it. Goalie fights were rare, and I hadn’t been in one since juniors.

“What the actual fuck?” He glared at me, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Was this crossing some kind of line? I wasn’t doing anything but saying hello to Sophie. I wasn’t dating or banging her, I was just living over her workshop because her father arranged it with the team. “I just wanted to ask Sophie about a job.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Why are you living with my wife?”

Beast growled. Otts looked down at Beast and paused for a moment.

“Ex-wife.” Sophie sounded pissed.

“I’m not living with her. I have the apartment upstairs. I’ve never been to the house.”

“But you know she lives there.”

Had she told me that? “Maybe? It’s not like we’re hanging out. The team told me they’d found a place I could stay with my dog, so here I am.”

“What is your problem, Ollie?” Yeah, Sophie was pissed.

Otts turned to her. “The problem is that this is my player. And you’re my?—”

“Ex,” she interrupted. “Don’t call me your wife like you’re pissing on your possessions. We aren’t together.”

“But you and him?—”

A sound like a growl came from Sophie, and my eyebrows lifted. Would not have expected that. Beast growled in support and Otts shot him an angry look again.

“This was my dad’s idea, so if you want to get pissed at someone? Call him.”

Otts shook his head. “How did Ryder even get involved?”

“He knows your team’s owner, and somehow found out they needed a place for Remy to live with his dog.”

As if on cue, Beast started barking.

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