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Disgusting.
She needs help.
That’s all it takes for the room to spin. My legs give out, and I drop onto the stool beside Waffles, who meows in alarm and jumps down.
I can’t believe this.
One moment taken out of context.
A second of affection turned into something ugly.
And Steele has no idea.
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I’m still smiling when I walk into the locker room thirty minutes later.
There’s a lightness in me I haven’t felt in a long time. Probably because I just left Lilah standing in my kitchen, hair messy and cheeks flushed, whipping up something healthy and delicious after being thoroughly fucked.
The best part?
She was happy.
Relaxed.
And damn if that doesn’t do something to me.
I toss my bag into my stall and stretch my arms overhead. “Morning,” I say, uncapping my water bottle.
“Hey, Cap.” Jax gives me a chin lift in greeting.
“What’s up, Cap?” Oliver says.
A few of the guys greet me as I make my way through the locker room, but something’s off in their tone and the way they stare before glancing away.
With a frown, I slow my steps.
Knox looks up from lacing his skates, his jaw working like he’s chewing on something he doesn’t want to say.
“Don’t worry about it,” he mutters, eyes avoiding mine. “It’ll blow over.”
My brows pull together. “What, exactly, will blow over?”
Before anyone can answer, the locker room door opens and Coach steps in.
“Sanderson,” he calls out, his tone clipped. “Landry wants to see you in his office.”
I freeze. That’s all it takes for the warmth from earlier this morning to fade.
The owner of the team wants to see me?
Well, shit.
That’s never a good sign.
My mind starts to spin.
