“Poshol na hui, Maksim. What do you think Armen would think of you right now? Screwing up your entire life. For what? Hell, he’s probably your damn angel and brought that woman into your life. And you just chew her up and spit her out. For what? Because of what happened to Aiden? He’s fine and what happened to him isn’t your fault.”
“So everyone keeps saying,” I say, jogging in place.
She shakes her head. “I’m going to call your mama.”
“Don’t forget she wants you to be my wife. Are you gonna call her every time you’re not happy with my husbandly performance?”
Her fists clench at her sides. “We’re not getting married.”
“Then tell your parents about Jessie.”
She stares at me silently.
“What?” I inch forward. “Want me to mind my own business?”
She says nothing, so I continue to egg her on.
“Thought so.”
Everyone talks a good game, but at the end of the day, it’s still up to me to protect them when they can’t do it for themselves.
I jog off the patio and onto the sand. Damn, this is harder than it looks. My feet keep sliding, so I go toward the water where the sand is packed down. I get in a good groove, hoping for clarity to come, but it doesn’t. I’m still the same piece of shit who killed my best friend and got another best friend seriously injured.
I cut through a yard and walk five blocks to the nearest bar, then find a vacant stool to sit my ass on. Option two for figuring out what the hell is wrong with me—alcohol. But two beers in and I’m annoyed by the stares from patrons and the few who interrupted my self-reflection by asking for an autograph, so I split.
The next day I’m chilling at my house, staring at the TV. Thankfully, Nadiya and Jessie are gone. I’m sick of their opinions. When the doorbell rings, I roll my eyes, wondering who’s next up to give me advice.
Ford doesn’t wait to be let in, just uses his key I gave him.
“Asshole,” he says, helping himself into my fridge and grabbing Nadiya’s leftover pizza.
“Please help yourself,” I deadpan.
He sits in a chair and stares at me while I’m watching SportsCenter. We can pretty much chalk our season up to being done now that we’ve lost our top-line center.
“That’s what best friends do,” he says. “I know you and Aiden have some sort of bromance thing going on, but I like to think we’re best friends too.”
I shake my head at him.
“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have given me a key.”
“I gave you that key to check on the house three years ago when Nadiya and I went back to Russia. You never gave it back.”
He ignores my comment. “So… why are we depressed and why is the pretty therapist moving everything out of her office at the Fury offices?” He sits back with the pizza on his lap. “I mean, I have problems, man, but you’re causing your own problems.”
“You caused your own too when you stuck your dick in someone you didn’t know.”
“Touché,” he says, biting the piece of pizza.
I don’t bother asking about Paisley. Her work is none of my business anymore now that she broke up with me. “I’m not depressed. And she broke up with me, so I have no idea why she’s doing what she’s doing.”
He nods, lips pressed together. “Aiden said you haven’t been by.” His eyebrows raise.
He might be one of the only men I know who grooms himself to the point of having perfect eyebrows. And because we share a locker room, I know he does a perfect manscaping job too.
“I haven’t had the time,” I say.
“He’s back home now. On bedrest. Poor guy can’t even fuck until he’s cleared of his concussion.”
I nod. “I’m sorry to hear it.”
“Then go visit the guy.” He drops the box on the coffee table and stands. “Tell me Nadiya is on her period. It’s the only time you have junk food around here and I’m dying for a Coke.”
“I have no idea.”
I used to mark it on the calendar, hoping it’d be when I was traveling. Living with a woman for the past four years has definitely prepared me for mood swings. But Nadiya found out and let’s just say she didn’t appreciate my efforts.
He comes back with a Coke, and I wonder momentarily if that’s why Nadiya went off on me like she did. Doesn’t matter because if I’d asked if she was on her period, she’d probably beat me to death with a bag of Oreos.
“Okay, I’m done with this. I don’t like it. I need you to be the glue that keeps us all together.” Ford’s voice has a whine to it. “And I know I don’t believe in monogamy, but you and the pretty therapist had something good going. I’m not blind. I knew you two were screwing. Especially in Nashville when that Russian beauty kissed you. I felt the wave of female pissed-offness from Paisley.”
“It’s over. She broke up with me. I told you that.” I stand and grab my keys. “Let’s go to Drake’s.”
I’d rather face embarrassment with him than sit around here and talk about Paisley all day. The only thing more painful than knowing I failed another friend is knowing I failed her.
“Cool.” He scribbles a note on the empty pizza box and puts it back in the fridge.
Nadiya’s going to murder him one day.
“Hey, he’s been asking about you.” Saige hugs me and kisses my cheek when she answers the door. “He’s in the family room.”
I walk through his house, saying a quick hello to Aiden’s mom and sister. I’ve been to Wisconsin on more than one occasion, and they come down to Florida at least once a year, so we’ve met a bunch of times.
His nephews and niece are in the pool with his dad. I pop my head back there to say a quick hello before going over to Aiden and giving him a hug.
“Hey,” I say.
“About time.” Aiden knows me and he knows about Armen, so I’m pretty sure he’s put two and two together.
“Sorry, I was busy.”
“Pretty therapist dumped him,” Ford says.
“What?” Saige must have killer hearing. She walks in with her hands on her hips. “Why?”
Ford runs his hand down my body. “Clearly because he’s turned into a bump on a log. Who wants to date that?”
“Ford, my nephews need someone to throw them in the air in the pool. Saige, babe, give me and Maksim a minute,” Aiden says.
“I’m not leaving. I’m sick of being cut out of shit. When my life was falling apart, we included you, Shamrock. We’re a threesome.” Ford crosses his arms and I laugh for the first time in two days.
“Fine. Stay, but if you say one thing about monogamy, I’m gonna have my triplet nephews punch you in the nuts,” Aiden warns then sets his eyes on me. “Don’t do this to yourself.” He gestures to his arm in a sling. “This is not your fault. I’ll heal and I’ll be good. And this might be my first concussion that knocked me out, but it probably won’t be my last. None of this is because you got ejected. Langley apologized, I accepted. I signed up for this when I signed up to be a professional hockey player.”