Page 126 of Renegade Ruin

“Okay.” He nods. “If you’re sure.”

“I am.” I sip from my beer and focus on Tommy’s advice. “Can you cover for me tonight? Keep the guys in line?”

Carson awards me with a disbelieving stare. “Are you, Bishop Lawson, the broody extraordinaire, going to make reckless decisions, sneak out on a school night, and trust me as your co-captain to handle our merry band of men?”

He says it as if I haven’t been doing every one of those things for the entirety of spring training.

I nod. “I’m going to figure out what the hell is going on.”

He leans against the table and pops a brow. “Annnnnd.”

“I’m going to track down our fearless leader.”

“Fuck yes.” He lifts his hand for a high-five. “Go team Carship. No, Bishon. Whitson? No, Lawmore.”

“What?”

“Our ship name.”

I pinch my brow and dip my head to hide my smile before reluctantly lifting my hand and slapping his. “I fucking cannot with you.”

Carson lets out a rough laugh before flashing me a wicked grin. “Go get your girl, Bish.”

My heart skips a damn beat. I like the sound of that.

Unease grips my spine as I wait for someone to open the door. I count the planks that make up the wooden porch to stop my mind from circling back to my feelings for Willow.

The whole drive here, I rehearsed everything I want to tell her, but nothing seemed like enough.

I’m pulled from another rendition of laying my heart on the line when the door creaks open, and I’m greeted by Leigh. She’s still dressed in her Renegades t-shirt from the game, but her ash blonde hair is pulled up on top of her head instead of down.

She looks me up and down and smirks. “So, the casual dick finally decides to show up.”

I pop a brow up. “The what?”

“Never mind. I’m guessing you’re here to see Willow?”

Indie steps out from the hall that leads to the kitchen. Unlike Leigh, she’s changed from her Renegades gear into a pair of sweats and a tank.“Do my ears deceive me? Bishop Lawson is here?”

“Why is that so surprising?”

Indie rolls her eyes. “It’s not. I just lost the over-under on how long it would take you to get here.”

“I’m sorry I lost you money.”

“Oh no, we are far past monetary exchanges. You just lost me the first crack at the newest hockey romance Leigh procured for our little smut club.”

Confused, I ask, “Can’t you just buy your own copy?”

Indie scoffs and rolls her eyes again and glances at Leigh, as if to saythis asshole. “And miss the annotations that come from Leigh’s filthy mind? Absolutely not.”

I huff a laugh. “Can I please come in?”

“Nope.” Leight throws her hand out and blocks the door frame. “We’ve got a few questions for you first.”

An expectant look is etched on both of their faces, and I know I’m in for the “whole hurt her and I’ll kill you” speech. “Okay. Fine. Let's get this over with.”

Leigh smirks. “First off, you get points for the box of toys.”

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