Chapter 17

“Hey, Russ. The boys and I were wondering where you had skulked off to.”

Ian Donaldson appeared, jovial, to come between them. Russell’s friend and fellow countryman was always in a good mood, a smile perpetually on his lips.

“Westie, good evening. Not bad, your round,” Donaldson complimented him.

“Oh, well, thanks. Really…” He blushed a little.

“That’s what I told him, too—he has a great potential but this hardhead doesn’t believe it,” Russell joked.

Reggie blushed even more.

“I took him to the practice area to teach him a couple things. Hopefully he’ll improve even more.”

“Pay attention, Westie, sooner or later this man will send you a very expensive bill.”

There was no way Reggie could stop from blushing. His burning cheeks must’ve made him look like a red pepper by now, but he couldn’t help it. He pushed the elevator button.

“Sleep well, Reggie. See you,” Russell said with a smile.