Page 48 of Power Move
Remy wanders closer, his hands tucked deep in his pockets, as solemn as I’ve ever seen him. “Our boy is going through a lot.”
“Tell me where he is. Please.” I sit on the edge of the bed to tie my laces. The last thing I need is to trip over them and injure myself even more. Especially if it would delay my getting to Sage.
He bites his lip, studying me with a conflicted expression. “I feel responsible for the two of you meeting in the first place.”
“Youareresponsible.” Morgan grumbles. “And look what that’s done.”
Remy rounds on Morgan, crossing his arms over his chest. “Hey, just because I believe in romance?—”
“Where. Is. He.” The barked words hit the air, their bite breaking the standoff between the two friends. Wincing at the pull in my shoulder, I stand.
Morgan holds up his phone, showing me a map with a green dot on it. “Venice Beach.”
“Does he know you’re tracking him?” Making a lap around the room, I pocket my wallet and my phone.
His brows pull low over blue eyes, shooting daggers at me, his expression equal parts annoyed and indignant. “The six of us always share our locations with each other. It’s good for safety.”
Holding up a hand in apology, I walk toward the door. “Can you text me with his exact location?”
Remy follows me, pulling Morgan with him. “I’ll send it now, and update you if it changes.”
“Thanks.” We step into the hall and I pause to pull the door shut behind me. “For that, and for coming to tell me about Sage.”
Morgan begrudgingly pats me on the shoulder. “Don’t fuck this up.”
“He means good luck.” Remy’s focus is on his phone. He taps the screen a few times, and my phone vibrates in my pocket. “There.”
“Again, thanks.” I jog to the elevator. While waiting for the car, I request a ride through the ride share app. On the way down to the lobby, I check the driving distance. It’ll take about forty minutes to get to Sage. Sighing, I rub my hands over my face. I want to get to himnow.
The ride share is waiting when I step out of the hotel. As we pull away from the curb, I text Quinn and Maxim, letting them know I won’t make dinner with them, and why. This entire team owes Sage a lot. Without him, we wouldn’t have made the playoffs. All of us will need to do something to show him we appreciate him.
The sky continues to turn pink and orange the more minutes we travel. Finally, we arrive.
I hustle from the car, searching the benches along the boardwalk.
No Sage.
My phone is in my hand, my finger poised over the button to call Remy, then I spot him.
Sitting on the sand, his forearms resting on his knees, staring at the sea.
Waves of relief and worry lap over each other. My heart lurches. I’m not sure what to say or how I can fix this. It’s not like I can instantly heal his finger.
My sneakers sinking into the sand, I make my way toward him. When I’m close enough to clearly view his profile, the dejection dulling his features guts me.
He turns his head toward me, then does a double take. His eyes round and a jolt shakes his posture so he drops his hands to the sand. “You’re here.”
“Remy and Morgan told me where to find you.”
“If you’re still frustrated with me, I can’t argue… I just can’t right now.” He drags a hand through his hair.
I slowly sit beside him. “I came to apologize, not argue.”
“Apologize?”
“I screwed up last night.” I wing a pebble into the ocean. “But seeing you hurt, and knowing I couldn’t protect you from it? I hated it. Watching that fight, I was scared for what could’ve happened. Keeping you safe is so important to me, even though I know there’s no guarantee of that, regardless of what you do on the ice.”
“Thank you for that.”
