“Don’t fucking curse at me,” I hiss. “I’ll see you at home.” I hang up, cutting off whatever he’s about to say.

My phone starts to ring again so I put it on silent.

With a deep breath that does nothing to ease my annoyance, I tuck my phone away in my pocket, then lean down to give Jeb, who I’ve still got a hold of, a hug. “You scared me.” I grab his face and he barks, which makes Skye get up and come over to join us. After giving each of them some attention, I look over at Brodie.

“Hey.”

His eyes wander over me. “Haven’t seen you around much.”

“I’ve been busy.” I tuck my hands into my pockets. “How have you been?”

“Good, busy. I’m transferring teams in a couple months so that’s taking up a lot of time.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, I got an offer to play for Florida.”

“Really?” I can’t help but to smile at the news because he told me more than once that that was his dream team. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He shifts on his feet, and then looks around. “I know our last conversation didn’t go well.”

“That’s a little bit of an understatement.”

He smiles. “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have laid all that on you, and you were right, trying to make you jealous to get you back was a really, really stupid idea.”

“You know better for next time.” I shrug.

He lets out a breath as his eyes lock on mine.

“Can we go back to being friends?”

“No.” I blurt then cringe. “Sorry, it’s just, I’ve made a promise to myself that I’ll no longer be friends with my exes.”

“You do have a lot of those.” He smirks.

“You’re not one to talk.” I laugh.

“True.” He tucks his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. “Are we at least cool?”

“Yeah, we’re cool,” I say softly, and he nods then looks at Jeb and gently tugs on his leash.

“Come on dude, let’s get inside,” he orders.

Jeb hesitates to leave where he’s sitting next to me for a second, before he gets up and follows his dad.

I watch the two of them until they are out of sight then look down at Skye.

“Well, are you ready to get home?” I ask her and she lets out a huff.

“Let’s go see your dad,” I say, hoping that Clay has had a chance to calm down by the time we get to him.

After I toss my bag in the trunk, I get Skye into the front passenger seat since I learned Sunday that she is not a fan of riding in the back if the front seat is empty. Once I get situated behind the wheel I head for Clay’s building, and as I pull onto his street I search for his jeep, but its nowhere in sight. I do see Tucker’s SUV so he must be here visiting Miles.