Mara’s with me.

Tate looked at Knox.

Knox had seen the screen. His jaw was a line. He unlocked the deadbolt. The click was the same small sound it had always been. He opened the door on the dark tunnel and the cold coming in.

“Same rule,” Knox said.

Tate almost laughed. There was no rule left. They had fucked after a win. They had done it in a truck. They had done it in a hotel with a teammate down the hall. They had kissed. Knox had let him inside. The rule was a story they were still telling so they could walk out of this room.

“Yeah,” Tate...