Page 62 of Violent Little Thing

“Yes,” he grumbled. “She came to the game with a celebrity.”

“A B-list one?” I teased.

“Actually, from what I was able to tell, he was pretty popular on YouTube or something. I don’t know. A prank show or something.”

Since I abhorred social media, I didn’t know what he was talking about, nor did I really care.

“Seraphina’s conquests really are…”

A knocking sounded at the door again.

I frowned and turned to look at the door.

“Who’s that?”

“I don’t know…”

Seventeen

I know you don’t play guitar, but if you hold my neck and finger me, I’ll make the prettiest sounds ever.

—Charleigh to Court

Court

I wanted to be at home.

Noe sat next to me on the flight, listening to my every word.

He had no comment, though.

Usually, we’d be flying back with the team, but the team was going on a retreat to the Caymans as a team, to hopefully get their shit together in their bye week.

Meanwhile, Noe and I were headed home with what was left of the coaching staff to clean house and strategize.

This week would decide who we kept as players, and who were traded.

We knew of one person that definitely needed to go but…

The door sounded from the other end of the line, and I frowned. “Who’s that?”

I never had visitors.

Never.

And now she had two in one night.

“I don’t know…” She sounded distracted.

“Look out the peephole.”

She snorted. “Courtland, I’m a woman who’s five foot on her best day. I do not do stupid B-movie horror girl. I check the peephole. I always lock the doors. And I never go anywhere unarmed.”

My lips quirked.

“Uh-oh.”

I stiffened. “Who is it?”