“She’s confusing the fuck out of me. Maybe she has cancer or something?”
Saint gives me a screwed up face.
“First of all, why would you even say something so stupid like that. Owens does not have fucking cancer. You’re grasping at straws. Quite desperately I might add.”
“Well why else would she quit out of nowhere and consider going out with that douchebag. Maybe she’s working on some sort of bucket list. Maybe she’s—”
“Going to sit on his face this week?”
The entire room erupts in laughter, and before I can shove Saint’s big mouth under the ice, the good doctor intervenes.
“Time’s up, you two. You have thirty seconds to get to the massage room.”
Chapter Seventeen
URSULA
“Morning, everyone.”
“Morning, Mr. Barnes!” Jane responds.
Tito just gives a head nod as usual and I respond … cautiously.
“Good morning.”
It’s rare to find Coop in such a good mood this early in the morning. In fact, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say it’s odd.
“Tito, I’m going by the school before practice today. Owens, you want us to scoop you up on the way back or do you want to take a car service there?”
“Wait … what?”
“Jane and I are going to go by the school first. I just wanted to know if you wanted us to pick you up on the way to training camp or did you want to get there on your own?”
“Oh … umm, it probably would be out of the way for you to come back and get me.”
Tito stares at me thoughtfully then speaks.
“We could come get you,” he asserts.
Coop checks his watch.
“Owens might have a point. I didn’t think about all the traffic going in that direction on the bridge. It might be kind of tight. No telling who we may run into at the school either. I have a few things to go over with the builder, so why don’t you just meet us at the field.”
“Uh—okay.”
Jane smiles at the both of us. Oblivious of the work ahead of her at camp. It’s a delicate dance keeping the reporters at bay and keeping the fans happy. Especially when you work for one of the most popular players on the team. She’s not even dressed properly for it.
“Sounds good. May I just run to the ladies’ room before we leave, Mr. Barnes?”
“No problem.”
As soon as she turns the corner toward the restroom, Coop leans in toward me.
“Jane’s working out, huh?” he half whispers.
“Yes, she is,” I try agreeing without showing any obvious attitude.
Tito walks quietly out of the room toward the kitchenette.
