“It’s one game,” Lay said.
“Just one game.”
“But everyone is feeling it.”
“That’s how life goes, Lay. You can turn things on and off in a magical way. The rest of us? The normal ones? We can’t do that.”
“Cheers,” Lay said.
I downed the rest of my drink and then patted Lay on the shoulder.
I walked to the elevators and went to my room.
I crashed down onto the bed and turned on the television.
Just to see highlights of the ass beating we took on the ice.
I turned the television right back off.
Before another thought could hit me, someone knocked at the door.
I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth.
There were two options.
First.Abel.
Wanting to take and give his speech of how it was only one game and we were a good team and blah…blah…
Second.Lay.
Wanting me to join him at a strip club or down at the bar or at a different bar. Wanting to find some attention to keep the night going.
The knocking wouldn’t stop.
That kind of annoyance told me it was Lay.
I climbed off the bed and walked to the door.
“I am not in the mood,” I called out.
I opened the door.
“Well, you should be.”
“Fiona,” I said.
She put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Am I your wish, Griffin?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I kind of missed you,” she said.
Then she looked down.
Between my legs.
I smiled.
