Page 28 of Scoring the Player (Chasing Rings #2)

SALEM

“ D ude, are you listening?”

“What?” I ask.

Zyair arches his eyebrow. “Since you’ve been back, we’ve been unstoppable.”

“Uh. Thanks,” I reply, palming the glass the bartender slides my way.

They’re riding high after we clinched a dub against the Bay Area Hawks.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“Nothing. Just tired.”

And confused by Blue’s distance. Again. I keep feeling like I’m missing something with him—like maybe patience isn’t enough.

“Look at this shit,” Cillian cuts in, sliding his phone between us and hitting play.

A video of Nick shaking his ass fills the screen.

“Yo!” Zyair cackles. “Yo boi’s turnt.”

“He sent you this?” I ask, watching Ussef, who’s squatted low, riding the air like he’s competing with the guy in a jockstrap gyrating on the platform behind him.

“He wants us to come through.”

“This is live?”

“I mean, kinda. They’re not too far from here.”

“Card, please,” I call to the bartender as I jump to my feet.

“We rollin’?” Cillian asks.

“Yeah.”

“Y’all know the bus leaves for Sacramento in like two hours,” Zy reminds us.

“Cover for us,” Cillian tosses back as I sign the check and pocket my card. “If we’re not there, let Coach know we’ll take a separate car and meet up with y’all.”