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“You’re free to go,” he said
“Thank you…” I glanced at his na, “Officer Jonas”
About tenwithinto Seattle traffic
“My truck is still at the bar,” I told him when he made a turn in the opposite direction
“We’re headed to my house Bailey picked up your tux—so remember to thank her—and if we’re fast, we can still make it in time”
“Make it in ti?
“If you forgot, you’d better pray that Coach coe’s behalf” He wove in and out of traffic, his nearly-dangerous driving at odds with the small booster seat in the back of his car that established his dad status
Paige Gage’s fiancée’s best friend and the current subject of most of my fantasies lately Okay, all of eous, with a body that begged to be stripped out of those super-serious suits for so She was brilliant, and not just in a ‘yeah-she’s-sirl I considered out of ue
“Paige’s fundraising gala,” Imy hands over my face
“Bingo,” Gage said, crossing three lanes of traffic for the exit
“Fuck, I forgot that was tonight It’s not like every other Shark won’t be there She won’t notice one empty seat”
Gage pointed to the dash clock “Red carpet is at five, which et there And yes, when it comes to you, she absolutely will notice”
Right I did proraph all those sticks Shit
“Okay” I ran through a quick mental schedule At least I’d have ti like I’d spent last night and the better part of today in a drunk tank
We pulled into Gage’s driveway as
“It’s Coach Harris,” I groaned
Gage killed the engine and slapped uest room when you’re ready”
“Thanks, man”
I answered the call as Gage shut the door, leaving me alone in the car
“Coach”
“Jackson” His voice was soft, which I knew meant he ay more pissed than when he yelled
“I have no excuses and I know it’s not enough to apologize,” I said, leaning ainst the rest
“You’re dareed not to press charges—”
I breathed a huge sigh of relief
“—but I can’t exactly look like I’ you off the hook on this one”
“Yes, sir”
“You’re way past the age where you should be pulling this shit, let alone two months before playoffs e’re an actual contender”