Page 121 of Game Misconduct

“Not ace. Just… too much baggage.” MacGregor sighs. “Can we change the subject, please?”

“Consider it dropped,” Henry says.

“So baseball, then?” Gonzo adds.

Henry sighs. “Baseball it is.”

We hang out for another half hour, shooting the shit and talking about last month’s book, until Logan yawns, and I’m not far behind.

“I think I’m done,” I announce.

“Me too. Going to check on Riley and Emmy, and call it a night,” Gonzo says.

“I should check on Audrey and Cora,” Henry adds.

Logan shrugs. “Hailey texted me an hour ago that she was going to bed.”

“How the hell am I the only single one?” MacGregor mutters, shoving back his chair.

As a group, we head toward the elevator bank. We’re all staying on the eighteenth floor, and as we walk down the hallway, the captain falls into step beside me.

“Hey.” He catches my arm, his face red. “I know you’re going to do whatever you’re going to do, but can you keep it down?”

He’s in the room beside mine.

I can’t smother my chuckle. “I’ll do my best.”

He nods. “Thanks, man.”

“And seriously. If you need a wingman…”

“Nah. I’m not interested. Thanks, though.”

“Anytime.”

I swipe into the room. The main light is off, the room cast in a soft glow from the bedside table. I toe off my shoes in the entry and discard my jacket as I round the corner, and then I stop in my tracks at the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.

Bex.

Naked.

In our bed.