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If only Henry had overheard that. He’d lose his mind. The rookie loved the game, but loved the attention more.
"You good, bro?"
"I am," I told him honestly. "It's not every day that I'm told I'm someone's favorite player."
"Dude, we tell you all the time how awesome you are," Griff said. The fact he was offended had me biting back a laugh.
"Yeah, but you live with me and we’re pack. It's hardly the same," I shot back. "That and you aren’t an attractive woman."
He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. "No, I'm not. But I’m hot as fuck."
Just as we reached the car, Cy's phone started to ring. He pulled it from his pocket, flashing us the screen whereunknown numberwas on display.
Was it our girl?
Or a telemarketer? Damn, those people were annoying.
My heart started racing as he tapped the green button to answer, looking just as hopeful as I felt.
"Hello?" he said, placing the call on speaker.
"Hi, my name is Taryn," a female said before another voice jumped in. "I'm Bea."
The first voice shushed her, making me bite back a laugh. They definitely had energy. "Sorry about that, but we had a teenage girl come and put a flyer up in our bookstore and the girl on it is our best friend."
The world came to a screeching halt. I couldn’t breathe.
No more chattering crowds or car horns. Just pure silence as my pulse thundered through my ears. Griff put a steadying hand on me, squeezing my upper arm.
“Breathe, Jackson,” he said, voice gruff and demanding.
Internally, I was freaking the fuck out. The rational side of my brain was worried this was a prank call. The alpha in me was desperate for his mate and demanding to know if we truly found her.
One glance at my packmates faces and I could see the confusion and excitement warring there as well.
“She is?” Cy said, trying and failing to sound calm. They warned him it was crazy to put his personal cell on the flyer, so he’d put the PR department’s contact instead. If the call made it this far, it had to be legit… or at least convincing to some degree.
Fuck, I was overthinking.
"Yes.” The woman’s voice was firm. “We brought her to the last game and she almost got hit with a ball, but Cy saved her," Taryn explained. "I can send you a picture on text for proof."
"That would be great," Cy managed, his voice fully shaking now. The story lined up but we had to play it safe. The last thing we needed was a boundary stepping fan. Something I never thought I’d have to worry about until our team’s socials blew up.
Why didn't their friend call herself? Did she not realize that Cy was her mate?
"You said you work at a bookstore? Where is it located?" Cy asked, casting us a pointed look. No, it couldn’t be the one we were just talking about. It couldn't be that easy.
"Willow Lake. Dani doesn't know that we called. I think she's still in shock, to be honest. She has her picture on a flyer,” Taryn snorted, her sass coming through again. “Subtle, by the way.”
"Well, what do you know, we’re headed that way soon. Is Dani working tonight?" Cy questioned, a smile on his lips. He had the cocky player mask on, but I saw the way his jaw was tense, face flushed, eyes bright with excitement.
"She’s at the bookstore now,” Taryn clarified. “It's supposed to be her day off. If you guys make it before closing, text me and I'll make sure she's out front.”
"Perfect, when you send the picture will you include the address?" Cy asked.
"Of course," she answered. "Thank you."
"No. Thank you," he said before disconnecting.
