Page 48 of Game Changer

Chelsea got up from the table and followed AJ and Jeremy outside the bar.

“This must be serious. Where’s Lis? Should she be here for this super-secret pow-wow in the parking lot?”

Jeremy let out a long, slow breath.

“Ok, starting to get weirded out right now, guys. What the hell is going on?”

“Do you know where Lisa might be?”

Stay calm.

He watched something flicker across her face.

“No,” she paused. “I saw her come outside, but I thought she was just out here mack-ing on you. What’s going on?” She looked between the two men staring at her.

“Marc told her something,” AJ felt his hands getting sweaty and his face getting hot. “Something I wasn’t quite ready to tell her yet.”

Chelsea’s eyes narrowed. “Ok?”

“She left,” Jeremy added. “We need to find her.”

“She left? She can’t have left. She’d have told me if she was leaving.”

“She’s gone, Chels,” Jeremy said quietly.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Chelsea accused.

Keep breathing. She can’t kill you in a public place.

He looked at her hard-set face.

Ok, she might kill you. But Jeremy would be a witness.

Shit. She’s going to kill both of us, isn’t she?

AJ took a deep breath.

“I’m married to Britt, Chels. Marc is drunk and told her – probably in a less, eh, delicate way than I’d have done. But she’s–”

“Except you didn’t fucking tell her, did you?” Chelsea exploded. “Neither did you,” she thrust her finger accusingly at Jeremy. “What the fuck?”

Not waiting for an answer, Chelsea pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Lisa’s number. “No answer. Not that I’m surprised! Ofcourseyou’re married. Never fall for a goddamn hockey player!” she fumed.

AJ held his hands up, “Look,” he began.

“You–” she glared at him. “You do not get to speak right now. Neither of you get to speak right now. Shut up and let me think. Where would she go?” she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Do you think she’d go punch Britt?” Jeremy asked hopefully, from behind AJ.

“You’re lucky I can’t reach you right now, Jer. Or I swear to god I’d smack you upside the head. I don’t think she’d go to AJ’s to talk to Britt, no. We can try the hotel, but I don’t think she’d go there either. She won’t want to be found. Does Ana know you’re married?”

“I–”

“You don’t need to answer. You both look guilty asshit. Of course she knew, she’s your sister. Poor Lisa. She’s going to feel so goddamn betrayed. Y’know, what with all the goddamn betrayal and all.”

“Do you want an explanation?”

His question was met with a glare.

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