Fumbled (Playbook #2)(96)

TK comes unfrozen first and crosses the room. I follow him, but when he grabs Maxwell and walks him to the door, I walk around the bar to help Brynn.

We get all the glass picked up, the liquor cleaned, and through it all, Brynn doesn’t say a single word. Then, when it’s all finished, she turns and walks to her office, slamming the door shut behind her.

“What the hell happened?” I ask TK, who came to help with cleanup after he got Maxwell to leave.

He shrugs. “No clue, Max didn’t tell me anything.”

“That was crazy.” I’ve never seen Maxwell so much as raise his voice. This is so out of character, I can’t begin to wrap my mind around it.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “That’s a nice way to put it.”

“I think I’m ready to go home.” Being around the Lady Mustangs is taxing on a good night . . . and this was not a good night.

“You sure you have to study?” His fingers stroke his now fully regrown beard.

I bite my lip and rub my thighs together.

“I mean, I’ve already studied a lot.”

He grabs my hand, pulling me behind him as he gets my purse from the table and drags me out the front door.

When we get home, the only studying I do is the way his mouth feels on me and how he feels inside me.

And it’s a subject I’m going to dedicate the rest of my life to mastering.