Page 136 of Playing With Fire

“Everything good?” Mercer has followed me out.

“Fine.”

“That's why you’re glaring at your phone?”

I ignore him and head back toward the players’ room. I’m not leaving until I know everyone has a way home.

That doesn’t mean I have to stay any longer than necessary.

I grab my jacket, check that the guys who need rides have them, and order my own.

I never drive after drinking. No exceptions.

By the time my car is pulling up, Delaney’s icon is almost at the apartment.

I watch it move the last few blocks.

It stops.

A minute later, my phone vibrates.

Baby Becks: Made it in. Going to bed.

My chest finally loosens.

Me: Everything okay?

The dots appear.

Disappear.

Then appear again.

Baby Becks: Yeah. Just tired.

Me: You sure?

Nothing.

Then—

Baby Becks: Night, Bishop.

Bishop.

Not Ken.

“Go home to your girl, Captain.”

I glance over at Mercer.

“She isn’t my girl.”

“No?”

The apartment is dark when I get home.

I drop my keys onto the table by the door and stand there for a second, listening.