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Russ: Got into it a bit with your husband tonight. Sorry.

Shannon: What does that mean?

Russ: He got in my way. Said some shit about my game. Put his hand on my chest.

Shannon: Please tell me you didn’t smash him like that poor Montreal kid

I grin. She watched me play.

Russ: I did not. But that Montreal “kid” deserved it, and he also started it.

Shannon: Not the point

Russ: I just wanted to give you a heads up that he’s mad at me

Shannon: he’s just…mad in general

Russ: Will you be okay?

Shannon: I don’t expect him to come home tonight

I frown.

Russ: Why not?

Shannon: Don’t worry about it

Shannon: I’m going to sleep now, try not to get into any more fights

My frown deepens.

I finish up my workout, then roll well and get some work done on my glutes before I head to the shower.

Most of the team is gone, so the last person I expect to see again is Max. He’s just finished showering, and he’s only wearing a towel, so I don’t think he’s going to pick another fight with me—not before he gets dressed.

Still, I try to give him a wide berth.

Hostility rolls off him in waves, and he doesn’t carry on to the locker room.

I sigh. “Given the circumstances, I get that I’m not your favourite person. But this…” I make a little buzzing insect noise at him. “Attention seeking bullshit needs to stop.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you, Tiller.” Suddenly, I’m so fucking tired. “Be as mad as you want. I don’t care. But stop making it my problem. You made your choices and now you have to live with the consequences.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fucking quit it with the victim mentality, Max!” I’m breathing hard. And I’m shouting. Any minute, someone is going to come to find out what the commotion is. I lower my voice. “Bottom line: you put another hand on me, and I will smash you. Understood?”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a fucking promise, asshole.” I give up on the shower and go straight to my locker. I’m not changing, either. I just need to get out of here.

He watches as I grab my keys and wallet. I’ll get my suit tomorrow. “You shouldn’t have watched us that night.”

I cannot believe how badly he misunderstands where that night went wrong. But that’s not my problem. I shrug. “You shouldn’t have fucked your wife on my terrace. Have a good night, Captain.”

CHAPTER 33

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