Jay
I glance over to the table in the back and recognize half the team sitting there. Some new faces, some that I already met. I fetch a beer from the bartender and walk over to the table filled with my new teammates because running is what got me into this mess in the first place.
“Miss me?” I ask.
“Like a bad injury,” one of them says.
“Yeah,” another adds. “We were just saying the locker room felt too peaceful lately.”
Ryan kicks an empty chair out from the table toward me. “You can take my chair since you already took my spot on the power play.”
A couple guys laugh. I drop into the chair and set my beer on the table. “I don’t remember asking for either.”
Ryan points at me. “Oh, you don’t ask. You just show up and suddenly coach loves you and Walker tries to kill you. It’s a who
