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Elle hops off my lap while I’m momentarily distracted by her friend making eyes at Dom. “Okay, Monster. We’re going to have girls night. I’ll see you later.” She leans down and presses a quick, chaste kiss to my lips, then jumps back before I can grab her.
“Text me if you need anything. I love you, baby girl.”
“I love you too.” She smiles before the girls disappear in the same flurry of chatter and giggles that they rolled in with.
No sooner than the door is shut does Flynn pipe up, “Does that blonde chick creep anyone else out? Or is it just me?”
The room erupts in laughter. “No, she definitely stares. I think she’s got a thing for some of us.” Xavier says.
“We’re all in agreement that her, and Kenz are off limits though, right? Elle hasn’t brought girl friends around us in forever. Let’s not fuck it up.” Knox tells us while his eyes stay locked on the game.
Knox wouldn’t look twice at Elle’s friends anyway. He’s weird about eating too close to where he sleeps. There’s more to it than that, but that’s for him to talk about whenever he’s ready.
Everyone voices their agreement while we get comfortable and finish watching the game. The Horns win, and Knox is seething over Mateo Royal’s first no hitter, but the rest of us are just glad to have watched a good game.
We don’t get to hang out like this often, especially because no one is in the offseason at the same time. When we do get together, it’s never taken for granted. By the time everyone retires for the night, we’ve eaten dinner together and spent hours bullshitting and talking about any and everything. I’m walking back to my room when my phone pings with an incoming text.
Baby girl: Are you still coming over tonight?
Sully: Am I still invited?
Baby girl: Well, seeing as I’m in bed, naked, and playing with my pussy already, I’d say yes.
Sully: Don’t you dare come before I get there.
Baby girl: Yes, sir.
Chapter twenty-five
Elena Rossi
Thoughts of the way Sully has been worshiping my body every chance he gets are what’s getting me through the day. I’m exhausted a few days after girls night when I drag myself from the gym. Addy and Kenz walk out with me, barely giving Romeo, my guard, a second glance. They had questioned me about him at first, but after they became aware of my stalker, they stopped asking. They get it now, I think.
After saying my goodbyes to them and getting into the car, I figure I’ll go visit Sul at the station before going home and getting some sleep. A white envelope catches my eye on my dashboard.
What the hell is that?
Without conscious effort, my shaky hands reach out and grab the note before deciding that I can’t open this alone. I place the envelope in the passenger seat and, as calmly as possible, drive to the station.
I’m trying to take calming breaths the whole way there, but really I’m borderline hyperventilating. I know Sul isn’t on a call because he texts me from the truck every time he goes out. I quickly pull into the parking lot of the station and jump out of my car with the letter clutched in my hand.
I walk on shaky legs into the station, running straight into Elijah. He grabs my arms to steady me, “Woah, are you okay?” When I don’tanswer him quickly enough, he guides me into the common room and leads me to a seat.
“Someone grab Lieutenant Byrne!” He yells to no one in particular. His hand slowly comes up, and he presses two fingers to the underside of my wrist. He’s checking my pulse when Sul skids around the corner and rushes over when he sees me.
“Elle? What’s wrong baby?” He kneels down in front of me.
“This was in my car when I left practice.” I hand him the envelope.
Panicked eyes come to mine, “Have you opened it?”
I shake my head. “No. I came straight to you.
“Good. You did good, Elle. Let’s go to my office, and we can open it together.” He stands and stretches his hand out to me.
I take it without hesitation and follow him into his office. Once we’re settled on his bed shoulder to shoulder with our backs against the wall, I hand him the envelope. He opens it and pulls out a small card. I read it to myself as he reads it out loud.
“Don’t think I forgot about you. I’m always watching, little gymnast. YSA” His alarmed expression mimics my own.
