Just enough of a brush of his hand against mine as we stepped out onto the flooding sidewalk for me to know he was really feeling me right now. I stepped outside into the mess, and yet again Simeon caught me with one of those discreet touches. Gallivanting in a tropical depression isn’t listed as a restricted activity on my Predators contract, but abandoning a damn kid and his mom in a bad storm is sure as hell restricted in my own personal one. “If anyone knew we were doing this, we’d be deep in it.” “You sure?” Simeon eyeballed the weather outside with a skepticism. “I guess we’re all up in it now, so let’s go find them both and make sure they’re safe.” Well, fuck.” I pushed the door open, instantly letting in droplets of water and the roar of the storm. I think they both brought in personal things during the custody fight, maybe even Judd being bisexual and him bringing up her drinking.” No abuse to the child, but their relationship?” Simeon shook his head back and forth. “There’s a lot of bad blood between them two. Cascades were falling across the street in sheets so condensed it was hard to see through it all. The last thing I needed was to have my time off the field extended because I’d broken my leg sprinting down a slippery staircase.Ĭringing, Simeon peered out into the rain. He inclined his head, reassuring grin in place, and trooped back down the now water-covered stairs. Simeon avoided the family drama with a grace the opposite of my big bulky ass in a china shop.
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