Kane’s POV
‘You look like s.hit,’ Dalton’s voice greets me as I walk into the weight room of the arena, the defender looking up at me smirking from where he’s sitting on a bench doing bicep curls. ‘You get laid last night?’ he asks, ‘cos you look like you didn’t sleep much.’
I flip him off as I head toward the treadmill for my warm up, dropping my towel onto the hand rail before pressing the button to start the machine.
The machine beside me starts, and I turn to find the defender now beside me, starting up the next machine and matching my pace.
‘Come on man, you always kiss and tell, this is the foundation of our entire brotherhood! Now spill, who was it? I didn’t see you down Aces last night . . Wait! have you got a new haunt and not told me?’ Dalton pouts over at me. ‘Damn, that’s c
