“Yes, but not if it means I have to hide in a damp bathroom.”
There was another knock on the door. “West? Open up.”
Jack looked at her with a groan. “Penny…”
“Fine!” she said angrily, jumping out of bed and pulling the robe tighter around her shoulders. “But you owe me for this,” she hissed, waggling her index finger at him.
His broad grin hit her right in the stomach. “Oh, I’ll think of something to satisfy you,” he said promisingly before nodding toward the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah, fine.” The next moment, she scurried into the small, tiled room and closed the door. Then, she sank to her knees and pressed her eye to the keyhole. It’s not like she was going to let herself miss anything.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lately, his teammates’ timing was getting on his nerves.
Sighing, Jack pulled on a t-shirt and strode toward the door. Sure, Moreau had seen him naked a hundred times, but the people who might be walking down the hall hadn’t.
Not unless they had seen the Sports Illustrated issue.
Sighing, he pulled the door open and raised his eyebrows at their goalie who was standing in the hall with his arms crossed. He peered into the hotel room with a frown on his face.
“Is anyone with you? You were just talking.”
Oh, crap. The guy’s hearing was too good. “I was talking to you. I was complaining about you disturbing my well-earned morning rest.”
Moreau snorted. “Why aren’t you answering the phone?”
“Why the hell are you up here?”
“I drew the short straw. Besides, you should have been downstairs by now.”
“Nonsense. The meeting isn’t for another two hours.”
“No. There’s been a change of plans. Clark wants to talk to us before we talk to the coach. One by one.”
Puzzled, Jack frowned. “Gareth wants to talk to us?”
“Nope. Darron.”
His mouth went dry, and his gaze slid quickly to the bathroom door. What was Penny’s father doing in Glendale? “The big boss is here?” he asked again to make sure.
“Yes. And he noticed that you were missing from breakfast. Gray is pissed that you weren’t there. Gave a speech about it being the most important meal of the day. Especially when you’re playing this evening.”
“Shit,” Jack whispered, running his hand through his hair. Having a secret girlfriend was a lot more stressful than he had thought. “I wanted to sleep in…”
“Youwanted to sleep in?” Moreau asked skeptically, his gaze sliding to the rumpled sheets on the bed. “When Leon had to share a room with you, he always complained that you were up at six.”
Yes, he and Penny hadn’t slept much last night. It was a miracle that he was still playing so well, because he had never been as distracted as he was now. But he had obviously been wrong about sex not being good for him during the season. Sex with Penny was better than any workout.
“I’m exhausted from the games,” he replied hastily. “But fine. I’ll be right down. What does Clark want from us?”
Moreau shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Who does he want to talk to first?”
“Don’t know.”
Annoyed, Jack sighed. “Whatdoyou know?”
