Page 30 of Wild Blades

“Who. The. Hell. Is. That?” Myles finally finds his voice.

“That is my assistant. Lola.” I bite my lip, knowing how they’ll react.

Ezra’s jaw drops. “You have an assistant who looks like that? How do you get any work done?” Ezra is a sucker for a blond. Sucker for any type, actually.

“Anda Calvin Klein shoot? Who the hell have you become?” Myles’ eyes dance with humor.

I pinch the bridge of my nose as an onslaught of abuse comes my way.

“He thinks he’s fucking Beyoncé or some shit,” Ezra adds, pointing at me with so much cheer in his voice, I know he’s screwing with me.

I hold my hands out to the side and explain, “Marcus hired her. She’s looking after all the shit I don’t have time for, to make my life easier or something. He’s making me see people.”

“See people?” In sync, they both clarify, as if confused.

I close my eyes and scrunch my face up. “I have a grief counselor I see every week; a sports psych, and I’m doing one-on-one training with Ash.” Fuck, that feels like a huge confession, but also is a huge weight off my shoulders.

“Well, it’s about goddamn time.” Myles commends me.

“Trust me, it wasn’t my idea.” I finally look at them both again.

Myles is relieved for me. I know because his shoulders drop and he tilts his head to the side. “Whoever’s idea it was, it’s a great step in the right direction in helping you move forward.”

“You’ve been stuck,” Ezra says, adding, “With your fist in people’s faces, mostly.”

I chuckle. He’s not wrong. Finding solace in the bottom of a bottle too, but he doesn’t add that.

Staring at me, knowing they don’t have to say they are happy that I am finally getting the help I need but didn’t want, I tilt my chin in acknowledgment.

Fuck getting sentimental. Now is not the time.

I spin around, grab my bottle of aftershave, and spray another layer on.

“Oh, give me some of that.” Myles grabs it out of my hand and sprays it all over himself, unaware it’s one of the most expensive aftershaves in the world.

Idiot.

“I’ve ordered an Uber.” Ezra looks up from his phone and I can’t help thinking how tired he looks every time I see him. Training to be a surgeon seems like hard work and this is the first weekend he’s had off in months. Poor guy deserves a night of letting loose.

“The entire evening is on me,” I say out loud. “My treat tonight. Drink, food, anything.”

“A hotel room for me if I want to take a girl home?” Myles looks at me hopefully with a cheeky smile and I laugh with a nod of my head.

“Why not?” I shrug. He deserves a treat too.

“Fuck, yeah.” He punches the air. “Let’s go, boys.”

CHAPTER TEN

Wade

“Holy shit, have you seen who is over there?” Ezra jabs me hard with his bony elbow, making me grab my side.

“Who, where?” I look around while rubbing my ribs.

“There.” He points across the club that’s jumping with loud and happy people.

“Who are we looking at?” Myles sidles up beside me.

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