Then Blair realized that meant Eli knew. Or... fake-knew? Fakely knew the actual truth. Having a hard time digesting all this, Blair brushed the sand off his feet as best he could and sat down to put on his shoes.
"Uh, how much did you see?" he asked without looking at Eli. "Enough to be embarrassed."
"Are we going to have a fucking problem?" Nikita growled. Blair snapped his head up, seeking eye contact with Nik and gesturing no no no, chill the fuck out, we can work with this.
Eli, breathing in deep through his nose, stared Nik down like he was eyeballing some goon about to take a swing at him on the ice.
"I could not give less of a shit who my teammates fuck so long as it doesn't end up on the news," their Captain said. "Except for the parts where the secret sneaky fucking involves traveling when you're suspended and breaking every curfew rule under the sun."
