Page 109 of Game Misconduct
That’s the only saving grace, that we finalized everything before I was injured.
“I love her.”
My teammates look at each other.
“I love her, and I don’t know how to tell her.” My head pulses with the coiled tension that’s kept me twisted up all week. “I want to make this big, grand gesture. But I can barely walk through this apartment without keeling over. How am I supposed to show her?”
“You could, I don’t know,” MacGregor says, rubbing at his chin. “Just fucking blurt it out?”
Logan laughs. “And this is why you’re single, man.”
“Fuck off. You know why—” He cuts off abruptly, taking a heavy gulp of his drink.
“Yeah, yeah, woe is me.” Logan rolls his eyes, then turns to me. “What sort of gesture do you have in mind?”
I sigh. “Nothing I come up with is good enough.”
“I have an idea.” He pulls out his phone, fingers flying over the screen, and a moment later, my pocket vibrates.
My head pounds as I read the text sent to the entire team.
Logan:
Mitchell finally pulled his head out of his ass. We need backup.
