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My hands go to his face. “Shit, Will. Are you okay?”
Will chuckles as he pulls my hands down. “I’m fine, Callie. It’s worse than it looks. Nic, on the other hand?—”
“I don’t care about him,” I snap, cutting him off. “Will, I only care about you. I’m sorry this is such a mess. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you earlier, I’m sorry, I ju?—”
“Hey, hey,” Will says softly. “I don’t usually stop your rambles, Blaze, but this time I have to. Never say you're sorry about anything that remotely involves that guy. I swear, Callie…” Will sighs as he trails off.
He’s holding the rag to his brow, so I gently reach up and take over for him. “Let me see.”
Reluctantly, Will lets me have the rag and sits down on the bench close by so I can get a better look. With the bleeding now mostly finished, it really isn’t that bad.
“I suppose you’ll live.” I chuckle lightly.
“I know I will.” A smile tugs at the corner of Will’s lips as he pulls me in for a small kiss. “Now, you should probably get back out there. I’ve made enough trouble for us today.”
“Oh, that’s an understatement.”
My eyes shut the moment I register whose voice that is. Turning around, I find an outraged Olsson and my brother who’s staring at me and Will like we were the ones that punched him.
Will shoots up. “I can explain. We’re not?—”
“Don’t start, Anderson!” Olsson snaps. I've never seen him look so pissed. We’re fucking screwed. “I don’t want to hear a single fucking word from you. All of you, for that matter.”
Sighing, Olsson runs his hands over his face. “Adam, Will, you guys are obviously ejected. I’ll have to wait to hear about the penalty the league decides on for you two, but for now, go home. You too, Callie. You're suspended for tomorrow's game as well. We’ll discuss this relationship after I clean up this fucking mess.”
My heart sinks and I can practically feel the anger radiating off Will. Before he even opens his mouth to argue, I place my hand on his back lightly.
“I understand.” I nod to my boss because, fuck, I should have known.
“Sir, she—” Adam tries but Olsson holds up his hand.
“Not a word.” He grits out. “Now I have to go deal with the fact that you two assholes broke a player's nose and possibly his jaw. So, for all that’s fucking holy, not another word.”
When none of us say anything, Olsson hits us with another sigh before he turns and slings open the locker room door on his way out.
Shit. I’m going to lose my job.
Chapter 40
Will
Fuck. The moment the door to the locker room slams shut, Callie deflates beside me.
“Callie,” I breathe out. “It’s going to be okay.”
“I—Um.” Callie takes an exasperated breath. “I’m going to go get my stuff and we can go.” I can practically hear her fighting the tears through the cracks in her voice.
I glance at Adam. He doesn’t exactly seem happy, but he hasn’t lashed out at me yet, so I dare a step to my girl and try to pull her closer to calm her down. “Baby, it’s?—”
Callie steps forward. “Sorry, I just…I want to get my stuff and I want to get out of here.”
“Go,” Adam tells her. “We’ll wait for you here. Just get what you can, but Will and I aren’t allowed back on the field. If you forget anything, Beck will get it.”
Callie nods but hesitates for a moment to look back at me. I know what she’s thinking. “Go, we’ll be fine.”
I already took one punch today; I can take another.
Callie bites on her lip like she always does when she wants to say something. I hold her glossy-eyed stare until she finally turns and heads out of the locker room.
