“Hey.” Maverick pulls up to my side. “You okay, man?” “Hurts like hell, but I’ll be all right.” I look at his split lip and the bruise already forming on his cheek. The front of his jersey is bright red from blood, and I laugh. “Christ, Mavvy. Are you okay?” “You should see the other guy.” His grin shows off dried blood on his teeth. “Fucked him up real good.”
