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“Did anybody else see Morrison fall off the back deck last night?” Tripp questioned.
Now he’d brought it up, I remembered the moment clearly. Morrison had tripped over a cooler and literally fallen ass up onto the grass.
“I heard Maxwell was throwing up in the front hedges,” Levi added.
That was highly likely. The guy handled his alcohol worse than Ryan. Luckily he could handle pucks flying at him a lot better.
We laid in bed for a while, reminiscing on the night. It was a good distraction. My friends always were.
Eventually the rumble of Tripp’s stomach reminded us we couldn’t hide out in my room forever. Though despite agreeing we were all hungry, nobody made an effort to move. Truth was, I wasn’t sure I could stomach food yet, which was concerning considering I had lunch with the Texas Bobcats in just over three hours.
“You need a hangover cure,” Ryan said.
“I’m open to suggestions.”
“I’ve got one.” Levi tilted his head to the ceiling. “Hughesy!” he shouted.
I instinctively pressed my hands to my pounding head. That was way too fucking loud.
A few moments later Grace appeared in the doorway. She double looked us all lying in the bed before whipping out her phone and snapping a photo.
“It’s like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in here.”
Levi stared at his girlfriend in confusion. “Huh?”
Tripp laughed. “I get it. The four old people in the bed.”
While Levi was undoubtably Grace’s person, Tripp was the one who always got her random references. She was right though. With two of us at each end of the bed, we did look strangely similar to the four grandparents. Truthfully, I felt as close to death as they were.
“The guys need a hangover cure,” Levi explained. “Can you deliver?”
Grace nodded. “Always. I’ll get dressed and meet you outside in fifteen.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Outside?”
“Trust me,” Levi said.
Before Grace could edge out of the doorway, Lana appeared over her shoulder. Unlike us guys, Lana was much more put together. She’d clearly just showered, which made me crave a spray of cold water. I really wanted to brush my teeth to get rid of the taste of cinnamon. A coffee would go down a treat too.
Lana’s jaw fell open in astonishment. “What’s going on?”
Beside me, Ryan sat up a little straighter. His eyes danced between Lana and Levi, as though Levi was fucking telepathic and about to pick up on the fact that Ryan had slept with his sister.
I had to give Lana props. She was cool, calm and collected. If I hadn’t caught her red handed, she’d easily be able to convince me nothing had happened.
Grace sighed. “Sometimes it’s easier not to ask with these four.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Family will always come first
WILL
I owed Grace. She’d delivered on the hangover cure. First she’d snuck us into the Phil-U Olympic-sized pool where the fresh water had worked a miracle, then she’d driven us through Starbucks on the way home where we’d stocked up on coffee, and lastly she’d come through with a refreshing smoothie that’d chased the leftover taste of last night’s alcohol away.
Now I felt somewhat prepared walking into the restaurant to meet Eric Hamilton, the GM of the Texas Bobcats. He was waiting in the foyer. Spotting me, he ended his call and slipped his phone into his pocket.
“Will,” he greeted, extending out his hand. “Good to see you again.”
