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“Well, I know I’ve said it before, but I really appreciate everything you’ve done for her. She looks up to you a lot.”
He nods slowly and works his jaw back and forth. “I’m no role model, but I’m happy to help. We all are.”
A rueful laugh escapes my lips.
He drops the tablet to his lap and sits straighter in his seat. “I’m serious. We’re a team, a family. I don’t know about you but it’s a hell of a lot better family than I had growing up. So it’s no big deal, Ty. If you need something, we’re here. No tally. No judgment. We’re just here. We look out for one another and we do it without a second thought because we’re all used to doing what needs to be done.”
His words silence me. I give him a nod and he goes back to his tablet while I close my eyes and mull over everything he said.
I doze off and wake to my name being called, and an elbow to my bicep.
“Wake up, Ty.”
Sitting up, I look around. “Are we back already?”
Damn, it feels like we just took off.
“No,” Declan says. “They’re grounding us in Spokane.”
“What?” I crane my neck toward the front. “Why?”
“They have to check something on the plane. Not sure. Looks like we won’t be back until morning.”
“No.” I get up from my seat and move up to talk to Jack.
“Hey, Rook.” He tips his head in greeting.
I skip all niceties. “Can’t we take another plane back tonight?”
“Everyone’s tired,” he says. “We weren’t going to get back until late anyway. Is Everly expecting you?”
“No.” I shake my head. “She’s staying with a friend.”
He lifts a brow.
“A girl friend. She’s good, but I was supposed to stop by a party with Piper.”
“She’ll understand.”
He’s right. She will, but I hate that I’m constantly having to disappoint her or change things up. Everything has to revolve around me and my schedule and my sister, and it feels like four years ago all over again.
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WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH US?
PIPER
I wakeup with Tyler’s body wrapped around me, and I smile even before opening my eyes. I can tell by his breathing that he’s still asleep, so I turn in his arms and drop my mouth to his neck.
He doesn’t shave during away games, one of those weird superstition things, I think, so depending on how long he’s gone, he always comes back with a varying degree of facial hair somewhere between sexy stubble to the beginnings of a beard.
I have no idea what time he got in last night or this morning, and I should let him sleep but I’ve missed him so much and I have to go pick up Everly soon.
I press my body tighter against him and suck lightly on the warm skin just above his collarbone. In a flash, he has me pinned underneath him. A sexy, sleepy grin pulls at his mouth.
“Morning, baby.” His voice is thick. “Miss me?”
“Yes.” I run my hands up his chest. “I had a whole ‘shove you into the corner of the bar and have my wicked way with you’ thing planned last night.”
