AARON

I walked into the Cavaliers Headquarters the next Friday.

“Hey, man, where the hell have you been?” Gunner asked when he saw me. “It’s been for fucking ever.”

“I have a couple of things to take care of,” I said with a grin.

Noah looked up from the bar where he’d been in deep conversation with his dad and Landon, another one of the older Cavaliers, and he came to us.

“Nice to see you back here,” he said and nudged me.

I chuckled. ...