Kane’s POV
As I sit in the side room with my team, watching a replay of our last game, the coach pointing out our weaknesses and where we need to tighten up, my cell chimes in my pocket. Glancing around covertly, I pull the electronic out and open the screen, grinning at the notification at the bottom telling me that my gift has just been delivered. I agonised over the damn card, but all I could come up with was, ‘hey it’s me, wanna turn our f.ucking into something more permanent?’
Even I’m not dumb enough to think that will have my woman swooning at my feet, so I ended up trawling the website options and picking one that sounded good. Romantic? Nope, better than what I had? f***k yes.
‘Grim, are you busy? Sorry that me going over where you f.ucked up yesterday is keeping you from your
