Page 8 of Unrivaled Love (D.C. Renegades #2)

Bryson

Bear? Barbara? Boobs?

I make it back to the house in the dark using the path on the other side of the house. I grab the key from the fake rock and replace it after unlocking the door. That protein bar didn’t do much for me. I'm starving.

I guess crying makes you hungry.

I didn’t know I needed such a lengthy weep sesh but my subconscious did and I’m grateful for the privacy of Mother Nature to let my emotions out. I’ve only been out here for a few hours but I can already tell, coming to the house was exactly the right thing to do.

And, there’s another benefit of being here alone. I can let my farts fly in the wind.

It feels fucking fantastic.

D.C. is basically at sea level so I always bloat the first few days back home as I adjust to the altitude.

I pull the pack of anti-flatulence pills out of the junk drawer where we keep a supply.

I pop one out and swallow it dry before I make myself a sandwich.

Promising myself a cookie after something nutritious.

I open the left side of the fridge and reach in for the turkey as I check my texts now that I’ve connected to the house Wi-Fi again .

CROSBY

I’m in love.

FELIX

What? How? I just saw you last night and you didn’t mention anything!

CROSBY

image of a pair of custom painted Crocs featuring his number on one and The Stanley Cup on the other.

DUNCAN

Are you seriously texting us about your fucking crocs?

AIDEN

Muting you again. It’s the crack of dawn.

DUNCAN

The time difference makes Young Gun even grumpier.