Hard saying where the origin was, only that they’d all seen it.

I filled my plate and glanced around for a friendly face. Jock was sitting with Ice and Coop, but he wasn’t exactly a friendly face. I didn’t see Geneva. Easton waved to me and pointed to the empty seat next to him. I gladly sat down.

Easton shot me a questioning look, so I read his mind and answered him. “The team and my attorney are on it,” I said simply.

“What a drunk. I had no idea Jock was dealing with shit like that.” Steele shook his head incredulously from across the table as he efficiently chewed a forkful of bacon and eggs and scooped up another mouthful.

“Does Jock know about the video?” Kaden asked.

“Yeah, he knows.”

“What’d he say?”

“He didn’t say much other than he needs to file divorce papers.”

“That much is obvious,” Steele said.

“You must be winning him over with your boyish charm.” Easton grinned like an ass and held up a fist. The other two clowns fist-bumped with him while chortling over my misfortune.

“Fuckheads,” I growled, but my bros didn’t give a shit, nor were they intimidated by my threats.

Kaden’s phone rang, and he glanced at the display. “I gotta take this.” He leaped to his feet and raced from the banquet room.

“Her again?” I rolled my eyes. I’d never seen a guy so whipped, and I’d seen my share of buddies fall under a woman’s spell in the past few years.

“Yeah. Something’s going on, but he’s not talking,” Steele said, pausing from chewing to speak.

“He’s never talking when it comes to her,” I said. My gaze drifted to Geneva as she walked into the room and took a seat with the rest of the equipment staff. She began to talk animatedly with the guys at her table, and a twinge of jealousy reverberated through me. Geneva was so beautiful and alive. A guy would think anyone who’s confined in a room with washers and dryers the majority of her day would be a little more jaded, but not her. She embraced whatever the job was, no matter how mundane. Her enthusiasm was one of the things that drew me to her.

“Do we even know her name?” Steele scratched his chin and pursed his lips, searching his memory. I dragged my attention back to my bros but had to rack my brain for a moment before I recalled what we’d been talking about.

“Not me, do you?” Easton asked.

“I don’t.” I had bigger problems of my own than to worry about Kaden’s mysterious girlfriend’s name.

I looked over the heads of my teammates and caught Geneva’s eye. She glanced pointedly at Jock and back at me. I nodded to let her know I’d spoken to him and indicated everything was okay. She smiled and turned back to her comrades.

Suddenly starving, I dug into my breakfast. Despite all the shit going on in my life, stress rarely affected my appetite. I returned to the buffet for seconds.