He winces. “So you heard all that?” I chuckle. “Yeah, I heard all that.” “And that…is the first draft of my upcoming play!” He forces out a laugh, scrubbing a hand through his hair nervously. “How’s it sound?” “Like two morons wrote it.” “Hey!” Hayes protests. Lawson throws the hotel phone at him. “Oh, real mature, Lawson. Injure me before the game tonight—great idea.”
