Page 101 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
He looked relieved. “Oh, good. What your agent did was quite unsporting. However, this lawsuit against him is making things awkward.”
“Awkward for who? The team?” I frowned, trying to think of anyone who might have Chet as an agent.
“Why Mr. Daughtry, of course. He and the Chesterton’s are good friends. It might be better to handle things…privately.” Mr. Longfellow’s look said,who else?
“Oh. I…” I bit back thatI’m not dropping the lawsuit.“I’ll speak to my lawyer and see what’s best.”
What. The. Fuck.
I’d met Mr. Daughtry, the head of the family that owned the team, once. They didn’t seem to be very hands-on with the Knights, preferring to work through Mr. Longfellow.
“Good, good.” Mr. Longfellow beamed, folding his hands and setting them on his desk. “We’re glad you’re here with us. Despite that rocky start, you’re playing great.”
“How was it rocky, if I might ask?” No one had ever met with me about it, other than the Royces talking to me in the locker room.
“You weren’t playing your all, but it can be hard switching teams.” He shrugged it off, making an empty gesture with his still-folded hands.
“But how? When I looked at my stats between being told I needed to improve and everyone being happy, there was no actual difference. I’m only asking because I want to play the best for you,” I added in a feeble attempt to be diplomatic and not frustrated.
Mr. Longfellow’s head cocked as he thought for a long moment. “It was here.” He tapped his chest. “I’m looking forward to the Knights winning that championship this year. Anyhow, good talk.”
“Thank you, Mr. Longfellow.” I stood and left, mind reeling.
The GM didn’t just ask me to drop the lawsuit against the man who stole from me because the owner was friends with Chet’s dad? Did he?
I went down to the Knights’ dining room where delicious smells drew me. Someone had laid out an assortment of wraps and healthy sides. I took a shrimp one and loaded up on spinach salad and baked sweet potato fries, and grabbed a recovery drink from the cooler.
Taking a seat at the table by the ping-pong table, I texted Jonas that I was in the dining room. The goalies were still busy.
Jonas, Nia, Pauley, and Nakey came in.
Nakey sighed at the lunch offerings. “It’s like they thought we were eating crap during our snow week. Shit, I want a double bacon mushroom burger.”
“It’s food, Nak. They never make us double bacon mushroom burgers.” Pauley grabbed two chicken wraps.
“I still want one.” He pouted, taking a chicken wrap.
Pauley put an arm around his mate. “We’ll pick up the ingredients on our way home and make them for dinner. The kids will be excited to have an indoor picnic.”
“I did eat a lot of crap,” Nia laughed, taking a chicken wrap.
“I was snowed in with Verity and her sister. We had fresh bread and cookies every day,” I laughed. Okay, Dean and I contributed to the treat fest.
“Team Mom stayed with you?” Nia smirked as she added rice and a bunch of fruit to her plate. She’d redone her hair and it was now in twists.
“Team Mom and her sister are living with us. The pipes in their place burst,” Jonas replied as he added two wraps, grilled vegetables, and rice to his plate. “How did everything go?” He sat down next to me.
“With Coach? Great. But something else happened. I’ll tell you about it soon?” I stuffed salad into my mouth.So hungry.
He glanced over at everyone else. “Sounds good.”
Mercy walked in, in short shorts, a tank top over a sports bra, and knee pads.
“Hello young Maimer, are you lost?” Nakey asked, taking a bite of his wrap.
“Nope.” She grabbed a smoothie out of the cooler. “Oooh, you have sweet potato fries. Fuck-a-doodle. Shrimp? What?”
We had things like that because Dean was an omega and Chef tried to make sure everyone’s nutritional needs were met.
