Hutch
Collin finds me sitting outside, staring off into space.
"You cool, bro?"
I shake my head. I'm so far from cool, it's not even funny.
"She got a call that scared the shit out of her."
"Who did?"
"Daisy."
"Who do we need to fuck up?" He sits down in the chair beside of mine, looking as pissed off as I'm feeling. "That girl is the sweetest thing alive and anyone who scares her damn sure will be scared of us."
"It was her ex. I know they had a bad breakup, but when he called...she started shaking."
"Shaking?" He frowns, leaning forward so his elbows rest on his knees. "What did he do to her?"
"Fuck if I know. I can barely get her to say two words about him, but that call rattled her so much she asked me to stay the night. Said she'd find me a blow up mattress or something."
He lets out a low whistle. "Fuck."
"She ran off to bake a cake after she asked me. I think her asking me to stay freaked her out as much as the phone call did."
"Bro, she asked you to stay. That means she trusts you. Yeah, she might be freaked, but she asked. That's a win."
"What's not a win is the look of sheer terror on her face when asswipe called."
"Red is a firecracker. I can't see anyone scaring her."
"Me either and I guess that's why it threw me."
"I'm staying too."
"You are?"
He nods. "She's my bestie. I can't let her go around scared. She needs to know we got her back."
"She might have something to say about you staying over. And I'm not sharing the air mattress either."
"They even got one here?"
I shrug. Who the hell knows?
He shoots off a text. "I'm making Miggy bring us over the two we have in storage in the garage for when families are over."
"Good thinking."
"What do we know about asswipe?"
"His name is Joseph Ayers. He just declared for the NFL draft. Goes to school in Texas."
"I know the name. Mitch is a huge fan of his. Says he's one of the best quarterbacks in college ball right now."
"Yeah, I knew the name too. You forget I love football, just not as much as hockey."
"You'd never be a quarterback. You can't throw a ball for shit."
"I'd be a good wide receiver since I can catch the ball."
"You rethinking hockey?"
"Fuck no. What are we going to do about this guy?"
"Why doesn't she have his number blocked?"
"I don't know."
"We need to convince her to do that and maybe change her number."
I nod and look out over the backyard. It needs to be cut at least one more time before fall settles in. Dylan needs to get on that.
"What are you thinking about?"
"The grass," I murmur.
"The grass?"
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Hutch
عاطفية(Minnesota Raptors #2) Jonathan Hutchinson or Hutch as everyone calls him only has one thing on his mind--getting on a pro NHL team. It's his last year of college and this is his year to score. He's kept his eye on the prize despite the parties, the...
