Page 135 of Full Tilt
“You weren’t dreaming, Tommy. Zach Evans was really here. He left you a Scorpions puck and wishes you well.”
As the doctor steps away to make some notes on his vitals, I lean a little closer to his ear, just to be sure he knows the score.
“You want to know something else?”
I watch the way his lips tip up into his trademark cocky smile—an expression I wouldn’t change for the world. He can hear and understand me just fine, and I know he can sense what I’m about to tell him too.
I place my palm over my favorite tattoo of his and let way overdue words tumble from my lips. “I love you. So fucking much.”
EPILOGUE
AUGUST
TOMMY
Jack
I need updates.
*Sawyer changed the name of the group to: Jack Morgan Is Intolerable.*
Jack
What a way to speak about your captain.
Sawyer
Former captain. I retired, remember?
Archer
Are you in the Caribbean yet?
Sawyer
Nope. Just about to leave for the airport.
Jack
Jetting off where he wants, when he wants.
Sawyer
You bet I am. I’ve waited a long time for this.
Jack
I can’t believe you’re officially retired from the game. Are you sure you haven’t got another season in those legs?
Sawyer
With the way I’m having to keep up with Ezra’s motocross obsession, I barely have any time—or energy—left to spare.
Me
But what a way to round off a career—winning the playoffs and lifting the Cup. It doesn’t get any better than that.
Actually, no, it really does.
