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“When will you leave?” she asks quietly.
“Sunday.”
“As in forty-eight hours from now?ThatSunday?” There’s a slight look of panic in her eyes as the realization washes over her.
“Yeah. We play New York at home on Saturday. It’ll be my last game with the Mustangs.”
“You have to play your new team with your old team?”
“Yeah.” It doesn’t feel weird yet, but maybe it’s because it hasn’t really sunk in that I’m leaving.
Olivia nods and she gets that stubborn look on her face that I fell in love with. “Then we better make the most of the time we have left.”
* * *
“So you’re going, then?” Knox asks.
“Yeah.” I nod and fix my gaze to the bar.
Knox and Hendrick drove up today. They were already planning to make the trip to watch the game tomorrow, but they decided to come up early to hang out. It might be our last time for a while.
“So that’s it? It’s done? There’s no changing your mind.” Brogan tosses the next one out there. It’s been nonstop, one question after another.
“I told them I’d let them know tomorrow, but there isn’t a lot to think about.”
Archer blows out a breath. “Hell of a decision.”
“Is it?” Brogan lifts a brow. “Seems simple enough.”
All of us look to him.
“Stay here,” he says with a shrug like the answer is obvious. “We’re here, your girl is here, what else do you need?”
“A team that’s won in the last fifty years,” Hendrick says with a light chuckle. “And he said Olivia and Greer might go with him eventually.”
“Yeah, but I’m not.” Brogan jabs a thumb toward himself.
Archer gives me a sympathetic smile and pats his best friend on the shoulder.
“I thought you’d be happy for me. Flynn the Flaaaaame,” I mock in his big, booming voice. He’s been my loudest, if not biggest, supporter.
“I am. I am. But fuck, I’m going to miss you, Baby Holland. I liked us all being in the same state again. It’s nice.”
“I’ll still come back to visit,” I promise.
Brogan’s lips are in a tight line as he nods.
The conversation continues with them asking me more questions about the Renegades and Brogan looking sadder with each answer. Eventually, he heads off to the dartboard and Archer and Hendrick follow him.
“He’ll be all right,” Knox says, as if reading my concern.
I hate that our last night out is shrouded in sadness. I get it though. I’ll miss them too.
“Am I doing the right thing?” I ask Knox.
“I can’t answer that for you.”
I glare slightly. “Gee, thanks.”
