Overtime(91)

As he expected, his Facebook started to blow up, his phone dinging left and right, stealing his attention.

Hitting the comments, he laughed as he read through each one.

Lucas Brooks: I’m surprised she even dates a guy from Duck Dynasty. You should be happy she’s staying. BTW it’s not playoff season, do something about your face.

Erik Titov: Pansy ass.

Karson King: Loser, stop posting shit about my sister. But really, she is the biggest pain in the ass I know.

Kacey King: Shut up, Karson King. And don’t you mean you’re the biggest pain in the ass? And you hush too, Jordie, but I do love you too.

Shea Adler: Aren’t you in a meeting? Show some respect for my wife and stop Facebooking about your high school romance. Big dweeb.

Tate Odder: Cap, people don’t say dweeb anymore.

Shea Adler: Says the kid that doesn’t speak English.

Tate Odder: Yes, I’m a little delayed in your language, but at least I’m a kid and not an old ass.

Karson King: BUUUUUURRRNNNNNNN!!!! But he said it. Not me. Don’t hate me and get me traded.

Lucas Brooks: Good one, Tate Odder.

Shea Adler: I will kill you all, no trades needed.

Phillip Anderson: All of you are losers, especially you, * ass Jordie Thomas! No one Facebooks this girlie shit.

Reese Anderson: Yes, they do, he did it yesterday. Don’t listen to him, Jordie. I can’t wait to meet her.

Jordie was cracking up as the comments kept coming, but then Elli interrupted him as she said, “You can come in now.”

Looking up at her, he smiled. “Check out Facebook later.”

She returned the smile and nodded. “Shenanigans, I’m guessing?”

“Our team is full of crazies,” he commented as he walked past her.

“Ain’t that the damn truth,” she agreed as she shut the door. “Charles is running late, so we’ll go over the contract while we wait. But I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said and he paused before lowering down into the chair.

“Am I in trouble?”

She laughed. “No, actually, you’ve been doing very well. Everyone is extremely pleased. Coach is boasting about you every time I see him.”

He relaxed in the chair, nodding his head. “I’m working hard.”

“We can tell and we are thrilled,” she said, flashing him a winning grin. “Especially me since I kind of stuck my neck out for you.”

He laughed as he nodded. “Couldn’t let you down.”

“Yeah, that means a lot,” she said, letting out a contented sigh. “So while it’s on my mind, you’re welcome to skip the team party this weekend. It isn’t really a dry event, and I wouldn’t want to tempt you.”

Jordie shook his head. He had been preparing for the team party. He knew that there would be drinking and partying, and he had to get used to that stuff sooner rather than later. There was alcohol everywhere; it was his duty to resist it. “No, I’ll be there. No biggie.”

“You sure?” she asked skeptically. “I would make an excuse for why you can’t come.”

“Thanks, Elli, but I want to be there. I got a date,” he said with a wink and she laughed.

“I see that you and my trainer have worked it out?”

“Yup.”

“Good, I hope it lasts a lifetime.”

“It will,” he said with a grin. “Was that what you needed to talk to me about? The party?”

She shook her head. “No, actually, I wanted to talk to you about Benji Paxton.”

His brows came together. What did the new defensive guy have anything to do with him? “Cool dude, what about him?”

“He’s a recovering alcoholic, eleven years sober.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised by that. “He seems so straitlaced.”

“Now he is, but he has one hell of a past. Though that’s not my place to tell you. And I would like to suggest that you and him room on road trips. He would be a good friend for you.”

Jordie shrugged. He could see why she would think that, but that wouldn’t work. “But I room with Karson, always have.”

“I know, but Fontaine is known to be a partier, and Karson won’t stand for Fontaine’s antics, you know? Can you try it out? For me?”

She batted her lashes at him and he laughed. He’d do just about anything for Elli and she knew that. “Sure. No problem.”

“You are awesome. Thank you,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Now, let’s get to signing some paperwork.”

Excited, Jordie leaned forward toward the contract, ready to add some more brick to the foundation he was building. Signing this contract ensured his future with the Assassins, and that meant it was time to move out of Karson’s house and get a place of his own. Now all he had to do was hope that Kacey would be on board to go with him.

Because he couldn’t leave her behind.



“You and your friends act worse than children,” Kacey accused as Karson laughed, looking down at his phone. As another notification from the “roast,” as the guys were calling it, came across her phone, she rolled her eyes. She almost wanted to tell Jordie to delete it, but if she was honest, it was sweet. Even if he did think she was stubborn. Which she was. But that wasn’t the point. He’d told the world that he loved her and that made her breathless.