Page 8 of Players and Pages
Now they looked worried.
“It’s going to work out,” Taryn promised. “Fate finds a way.”
“If all else fails, we’ll get another round of tickets and wait outside the locker room,” Bea offered.
I nodded, not trusting myself to answer as I gathered my bag and climbed out. "Thanks, guys, I needed this night out.”
Then I hurried off before they could say anything more.
A smile parted my lips as my cabin on the lakefront came into view and I could see Cy, Jackson, and Griff standing around me. Taking up space in my life. Talking excitedly about their plays and the win they snagged. Practicing their dance moves. There was just enough grass between my place and the lake that we could have family picnics or bbqs outside and enjoy the settings.
With a wistful sigh, I pulled out my phone and tracked down the footage from the game. Someone had isolated the catch, so it wasn’t hard to find the clip.
In fact, it was damn near viral already.
There he was, flying over the wall, smoothly catching the ball before it could give me a black eye.
Our eyes locked for only a flash. To the outside eye no one would notice more than his usual, flirty wink.
But I saw it.
The way his mouth dropped open, mine doing the same. My eyes were wide and crazy, but I did have a huge alpha falling into my lap.
Then he was winking, nostrils flaring quickly, and gone in a single breath.
I wasn’t crazy. He knew as well as I did that we were scent-matches.
The real question was if the team would pass along my message.
All the smiling and questions with the local reporters after the game made my head ache. I wanted nothing more than to go to the media room and get that clip of Cy and the catch. I didn't get a good look at the girl that almost got hit and the thought that she's our mate was driving me wild.
The guys and I had talked about settling down and starting a sports bar. Willow Lake had grown since that little bookstore opened after going viral, what better place to open a new business? It would create more jobs for those in the area and it wasn’t too far from where we play ball.
Maybe we could offer some sort of ‘booze and books’ night or something. Could be worth meeting the owners.
After what seemed like hours we were done, showering quickly and heading to the media room.
"My cheeks hurt and I think that my face is frozen like this," Jackson complained as he massaged his face and made weird faces as he tried to get the muscles to relax.
"You should be used to it by now," I remind him, "and stop that, you look ridiculous."
"You're just jealous of my good looks," he mused, flashing me a sparkling smile. The same one that always won over the press. It was a skill I definitely didn’t possess.
"Jackson, you're always too full of yourself," Cy stated, playfully punching him as he moved past him to open the door.
We must have startled the poor guy that was working, because he let out a girly shriek. It took everything in me not to laugh at that sound but I held it in before speaking.
"Sorry, sir," I started in a serious tone, trying to keep some semblance of professionalism. "We were just wondering if you could get us some footage from the game tonight?"
"Anything for you three. I'm a big fan," he gushed, stuttering over his words. If the lights were on, I'd bet that there was a blush on his cheeks because he became really quiet after that.
"Could we just get the clip of the catch Cy made near the stands?" Jackson asked in an attempt to break up the awkward silence.
"What? Oh yes, of course. How would you like it sent to you?" he asked as he clicked away on his station, sorting through the multiple feeds with practiced ease.
"Email is fine. Do you need my Knockouts email?" I asked. There were so many screens and buttons, there was no way the guys or I could have figured this out on our own. Cy would have definitely put a foot through one of the monitors.
"Nope, I have a list. Do all three of you want a copy?" he questioned, never taking his eyes off what he was doing. The guy was locked in now.
