“Oh, what’s her name, Reese? Yeah, she’s super hot.”
Phillip looked up and glared. Within seconds, he was madder than hell and wanted to gut Karson with a hockey stick. Yes, he understood that might be very hard to do since it was a blunt end, but he was mad enough to make it work. Setting Karson with a look that could kill, he said, “And mine.”
Karson was taken aback but grinned anyway, while Erik laughed before saying, “Actually, that has not been confirmed. Last time I checked, you two were just having fun.”
“Shut up, Erik, no one was talking to you,” Phillip sneered, before flipping his phone over. He was going to drive himself crazy staring at it like a lovesick teenager.
Erik and Karson shared a good laugh over this, while Phillip downed a beer and then called for another. He needed to slow down, but he couldn’t. All he could do was think she had moved on without telling him, but that just seemed wrong. She was feeling him, and they were together. Even if it wasn’t official to everyone else, it was official to him and maybe even her. Looking out at the bar, he watched as Jordie Thomas, who they called JT, moved from female to female. They called him ‘JT’ not only because of his name, but also because he had the swag of the real JT. He was a cool dude but careless. He got hurt a lot and didn’t take care of himself the way he should so usually it resulted in another injury. Despite that though, everyone liked him, especially the ladies.
When Karson cupped his shoulder, he shook him off, taking a long swig of his beer.
“Dude, it’s no big deal, didn’t mean to piss you off.”
Phillip let out a breath. “No worries.”
Karson leaned on the bar, looking over at him. When Karson first came to the Assassins, Phillip didn’t like him. He was competition on and off the ice. The guy had a killer wrist shot and Coach liked that, replacing Phillip on the first line, but that only fueled Phillip to work harder. Soon, he had his spot back. Karson was also a ladies man, and usually pulled the women that Phillip wanted when they went out, but it didn’t matter to Phillip anymore. Things changed, Claire came into his life, and he stopped messing around with the women he used to go after. He fooled with the same women over and over again in different cities. Then he met Reese. His world was blown to smithereens, and he didn’t want anyone but her. He just wished she realized the same thing and would make them official, so everyone would shut the fuck up and know she was his.
Because she was, at least in his mind. Anyway, Phillip didn’t mind Karson anymore. He actually liked the guy most the time, except for right now. At that moment, he was annoying.
“You know, being in love blows.”
Phillip scrunched up his face. “What the hell, man? I’m trying to drink a beer, and unwind before getting on the plane. I don’t want to talk about this shit.”
Karson laughed. “I get that, but you are also the poster child for a lovesick fool. You’ve looked at your phone at least nine times since we’ve sat down. If she’s ignoring you, there are at least six gorgeous babes we can get right now.”
Phillip shook his head. The bar was filled with beautiful women. He had noticed, but he didn’t want them. He wanted a fucking text from Reese. How pathetic was that? “I’m good.”