Page 38 of Wild Card
“Fuck, this could get ugly.” Ford takes off after him.
“It wasn’t intentional.”
“Asshole needs to learn you don’t throw a ball around crowds, especially if you have shit aim.” Ace crosses his arms casually.
The poor guy with the football pales when approached by Talon and Ford.
“This is ridiculous.” I step that way until Ace stops me.
“Someone came close to hitting Harley with a football, I’d teach him a lesson.”
“It was an accident.”
“Maybe, but he’ll learn.”
“Harley is your wife?”
He nods.
“Well, you should be protective. Especially if she’s pregnant.”
“Talon’s got his reasons.”
“We just met.”
His lips slip into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling slyly. “This is fun.”
A throat clears and I turn to see the guy with the football. “I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
He gives a quick nod and basically bolts away.
“Talon, that was unnecessary.”
He ignores me, picking up Wolf’s leash and whistling. Rowdy runs to Ace, Mack to Ford, and poor Pepper peers around for someone to claim him.
Bex grabs his leash. “Where are we headed?”
“Water break.” Talon starts walking.
“Wait, give me my dog.”
“He’s thirsty.”
“I have water in the car.”
“This is a better idea.”
“What is?”
He continues to ignore me while Bex chatters on behind us with Ford and Ace.
When we hit the split in the trail, he deviates to the field area. Two men wave our way, one of them crouching and clapping.
“Aggghhhhh!” Bex yells as Pepper drags her forward toward them.
“Guess I know who Pepper belongs to.”
