“Yeah. Addie’s family owns the Bay Hawks. But she doesn’t have anything to do with them. She’s an author, and she lives here. She’s also my fucking wife, so if any of you have a problem with that, let me know, and we can take that shit outside after the game.” I look around the now-quiet locker room. “We good?” No one answers until Coach Kane repeats it. “Your teammate answered your question and asked if you’re good. Does anybody have a problem we need to know about?” “No, Coach,” is echoed, and he nods. “Good. Then let’s get warmed up, men. Time to kick Minnesota’s asses.”
