“Well, how about we head home early?” Lex suggests.
“No.” I shake my head again, but this time the action causes a lump to form in the back of my throat, and I feel like I want to vomit. “I can’t duck out, I need to be here to celebrate tonight’s pucking amazing win.”
“But what if you ARE pregnant?” Lexi asks me, she looks worried that I’m considering waiting to find out.
“I’ll still be pregnant tomorrow, Lex. Tonight, I’ll play wife and tomorrow Chelsea can play the ‘what if I’m pregnant’ card.”
We all nod in agreement and when we open the door to the restroom, we come face to face with Wren. She looks on the verge of tears but before we can see if she’s okay, she darts past us into the restroom. Then we hear a frustrated growl from a deep voice at the end of the corridor. Hearing that makes me really want to check on her and make sure she’s okay but before I have to make a decision, the door opens behind us.
Spinning around, I come face-to-face with Wren. She smiles at us and mumbles, “Excuse me.” Lowering her head, she shuffles past us only for an arm to reach out, grab her, spin her into the wall of the corridor, and their muscular body cocoons her in.
My eyes widen and then I take off toward them, just as I hear her sneer, “Back the fuck up, Stefan.” She presses her hands into his chest but he doesn’t move, even though the tone of her voice means business. Stopping mid-stride, I stare at them when I realize who she’s fighting with. I really don’t want to intrude so I stand here and watch them. I’m once again shocked when I hear Stefan utter two words that I never thought I would hear him utter, much less to a woman. The words “I’m sorry” just passed through his lips. What the actual fuck? Stefan Däuchmen just apologized.
From beside me, Margot grabs my upper arm and digs her fingers in and whisper-hisses, “Did … did Doucheman just apologize?”
“Mmmhmpf,” I reply, nodding.
“What the actual fuck?” she sneers in shock. Her words cause both of them to snap their gazes toward us.
Offering a shy smile, I remove Margot’s hand from my arm and take her hand. Dragging her and Lexi past them, I offer a small, “Excuse us” as we exit the restroom corridor. When we step back into the main bar area, Margot once again hisses, “What the actual fuck?”
A laugh breaks free. “You literally just said that, Margot.”
“I know but, fuuuuck. Wren is a fucking miracle worker if she’s getting him to utter the ‘S’ word.”
“She sure is.” I nod in agreement as the three of us walk back to our table. All thoughts of me being pregnant vanish when I reach my husband, who is laughing with his friends and teammates.
CHAPTER6
KALLEN
“What is it with chicks and going to the bathroom in groups?” I ask JJ as I take the seat Chelsea just vacated.
“Beats me, maybe it’s a safety in numbers thing.”
“Who knows, but whatever the case, it’s fucking weird.”
“What’s weird?” Jett asks, placing the two pitchers of beer he’s carrying down on the table, while Cliff places the glasses down and the two of them proceed to pour beers for everyone, handing them out like the good beer wenches they are.
“How girls all go to the pisser together,” JJ says.
“You really are crass sometimes,” I tell him, bumping his shoulder and causing him to spill his beer.
“Fucker, you made me spill my beer.”
A commotion nearby snaps my attention and when I turn my head, I see Wren and Doucheman having a heated argument. “You really are a douche,” Wren sneers at Stefan and from the look on his face, he’s hurt by her words.
“And you’re a stuck-up bitch who’s riding my ass every five seconds.”
“It’s my job to ride your ass,” she snaps at him. “Stefan, you’re this close …” She holds her fingers millimeters apart, “… to losing your career. To losing everything you’ve worked so hard for. I don’t want to see everything go up in flames because you act like a Neanderthal, hot-headed dickwad.”
“More like you don’t want your reputation marred if I fail.”
“Yes, I’m so shallow that I’m all about the ‘look at me’ crap. I’m not conceited like you. I actually fucking care.” She turns and walks away from him. After a few steps, she spins back to him and gets up in his face. “You really are a self-centered, egotistical prick.”
“And you’re a sexy, uptight bitch.”
They stand there, in the middle of the bar, staring at one another. Each of them breathing heavily but the air has changed from heated anger to simmering with desire. Chels was right, there IS something going on between them, she’ll be pissed she’s peeing right now and missing this.