Page 59 of Hell on an Angel

“Yes, you can and you will, so I can spend time with you.” Player said it firmly, so there was no mistake how he felt about the situation.

Kennedy kissed Player on the cheek. “I’d love that.”

“Then it’s settled. You and Cree can play house in the upstairs apartment, and I’ll respect your privacy.”

Glad that was over, Player was about to head inside when he heard Kennedy’s next comment. “Oh, we won’t be playing house. We’re married.”

“What?” he asked so she’d repeat herself.

Kennedy saw the look on her brother’s face and started laughing. “I’m joking, but we came close to it.”

“I need a drink.” Player kissed her head before leaving Kennedy with Cree. He needed to find Joker and apologize. When he stepped into the clubhouse, he half expected to be sucker-punched. Instead, he was met with silence. “Fuck.”

He found Joker sitting at the bar holding a cold bottle of beer against his face. There would be no easy apology. Things had been teetering on the edge of an unforeseen cliff between him and Joker for some time. For the life of him, Player couldn’t remember a time they didn’t get along.Things change, he reminded himself. And now the genie was out of the bottle, it couldn’t be put back in.

He needed to apologize, but he wasn’t in the mood to fight with Joker. Instead of having another scene, Player left the clubhouse. Walking across the parking lot, he climbed into his truck and left.