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place this season.”
“And I’m trying to help,” Bo insisted.
“By throwing bleachers at Reed?”
Jai quickly looked down at her bag as the hybrid growled, “I hate that guy.”
“Because you don’t think he can play or because he flirts with Blayne?”
Bo scratched the back of his neck. “Both. But,” he quickly added, “Reed needs to work harder.”
“I agree with that, but when he asks for help for him or the guys, you throw things at him !”
“I’m here to play and to win, not handhold. That’s Coach’s job, but he’s weak. So I went to Van Holtz with my suggestions, since he fucking owns the team, and he hit me.”
“All right. All right.” Cella pressed her hands to her eyes. “Let me deal with Reed and the rookies.”
“Why? So Reed can hit on you more than he already does?”
“Reed is a whore,” Cella admitted—and boy, was he—there was not a pussy that man didn’t seem to take an interest in. “We know that, we’ve all accepted it. Besides, I’m beautiful. Everyone hits on me. They can’t help themselves.” Cella smiled, then winked at Jai. “I’m captivating. How’s his nose?”
Jai carefully wiped up the blood. It was beginning to clot. “It’ll be fine. It’s not broken. Just bloody.”
“It’s not broken?” Cella looked at her knuckles. “I’m losing my touch.” Apparently deciding to worry about it later, Cella said, “Novikov, you worry about you. I’ll take care of everybody else.”
“Do you want my list?”
“If you give me any more lists, I will beat you to death with a baseball bat. Or a two-by-four. Whatever’s handy.”
Bo stared at Cella. “That seems unreasonable to me.” And Jai loved how he said that with almost a professorial air, like he was observing bacteria developing in a petri dish.
Cella clenched her fists, definitely trying to control her annoyance, and faced Jai. “Clean him up and have him ready for the game.”
“You got it.”
Cella walked to the office door. She had it open when Bo said, “Malone?”
She looked at him over her shoulder, but he just stared at her. Jai, having spent many hours cleaning up Bo Novikov and his victims, knew what he wanted to say and knew how much it would help at the moment. So Jai pushed his shoulder, urging him on. Finally, after a few seconds, he muttered, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cella said with a smile. “But will you still love me in the morning?” Then she walked out, closing the door behind her.
“I never know what she’s talking about,” Bo admitted.
“It’s all right,” Jai promised. “I can assure you it’s rarely anything very serious.”
After “styling” Crush’s hair—okay, he’d admit it, it didn’t look too bad; at least he didn’t look like a serial killer—the two females insisted on walking with him to the Sports Center while Conway headed on home.
“So you’re both going to the game, too?” he asked.
“Later. We’ve got practice first.”
“Practice?”
“Derby!” the wolfdog cheered.
Yeah, he’d seen that picture of the Carnivores with what he was now guessing was Blayne’s derby team. That explained how the two women knew Bo Novikov and Crush’s other favorite players from the current roster. At least, that’s what he hoped. He’d heard about Novikov’s reputation with women and he’d hate to think the man was using these two. They were just so damn sweet.
They arrived at the Sports Center and Crush headed for the front doors, but Blayne caught his hand. “This way,” she said, pulling him.
“Yeah, but—”
“With us.”
Blayne dragged him into the restricted, underground parking area of the center and to a set of elevator doors. They stepped into one and went down several levels. Although all of the shifter activities took place underground, Crush knew the floor they were heading to wasn’t the one he used to get to his season ticket holders’ nosebleed seats.
“Uh ... Blayne?”
The doors
“And I’m trying to help,” Bo insisted.
“By throwing bleachers at Reed?”
Jai quickly looked down at her bag as the hybrid growled, “I hate that guy.”
“Because you don’t think he can play or because he flirts with Blayne?”
Bo scratched the back of his neck. “Both. But,” he quickly added, “Reed needs to work harder.”
“I agree with that, but when he asks for help for him or the guys, you throw things at him !”
“I’m here to play and to win, not handhold. That’s Coach’s job, but he’s weak. So I went to Van Holtz with my suggestions, since he fucking owns the team, and he hit me.”
“All right. All right.” Cella pressed her hands to her eyes. “Let me deal with Reed and the rookies.”
“Why? So Reed can hit on you more than he already does?”
“Reed is a whore,” Cella admitted—and boy, was he—there was not a pussy that man didn’t seem to take an interest in. “We know that, we’ve all accepted it. Besides, I’m beautiful. Everyone hits on me. They can’t help themselves.” Cella smiled, then winked at Jai. “I’m captivating. How’s his nose?”
Jai carefully wiped up the blood. It was beginning to clot. “It’ll be fine. It’s not broken. Just bloody.”
“It’s not broken?” Cella looked at her knuckles. “I’m losing my touch.” Apparently deciding to worry about it later, Cella said, “Novikov, you worry about you. I’ll take care of everybody else.”
“Do you want my list?”
“If you give me any more lists, I will beat you to death with a baseball bat. Or a two-by-four. Whatever’s handy.”
Bo stared at Cella. “That seems unreasonable to me.” And Jai loved how he said that with almost a professorial air, like he was observing bacteria developing in a petri dish.
Cella clenched her fists, definitely trying to control her annoyance, and faced Jai. “Clean him up and have him ready for the game.”
“You got it.”
Cella walked to the office door. She had it open when Bo said, “Malone?”
She looked at him over her shoulder, but he just stared at her. Jai, having spent many hours cleaning up Bo Novikov and his victims, knew what he wanted to say and knew how much it would help at the moment. So Jai pushed his shoulder, urging him on. Finally, after a few seconds, he muttered, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cella said with a smile. “But will you still love me in the morning?” Then she walked out, closing the door behind her.
“I never know what she’s talking about,” Bo admitted.
“It’s all right,” Jai promised. “I can assure you it’s rarely anything very serious.”
After “styling” Crush’s hair—okay, he’d admit it, it didn’t look too bad; at least he didn’t look like a serial killer—the two females insisted on walking with him to the Sports Center while Conway headed on home.
“So you’re both going to the game, too?” he asked.
“Later. We’ve got practice first.”
“Practice?”
“Derby!” the wolfdog cheered.
Yeah, he’d seen that picture of the Carnivores with what he was now guessing was Blayne’s derby team. That explained how the two women knew Bo Novikov and Crush’s other favorite players from the current roster. At least, that’s what he hoped. He’d heard about Novikov’s reputation with women and he’d hate to think the man was using these two. They were just so damn sweet.
They arrived at the Sports Center and Crush headed for the front doors, but Blayne caught his hand. “This way,” she said, pulling him.
“Yeah, but—”
“With us.”
Blayne dragged him into the restricted, underground parking area of the center and to a set of elevator doors. They stepped into one and went down several levels. Although all of the shifter activities took place underground, Crush knew the floor they were heading to wasn’t the one he used to get to his season ticket holders’ nosebleed seats.
“Uh ... Blayne?”
The doors
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