“Not even on my worst day,” I replied, putting my helmet back on and climbing back into the driver’s seat.
I pushed away thoughts of Syd and even my training. I was there to have fun and hang with my crew before getting back to California for the fight with Rodriguez. Not anything else.
Chapter 32
For The Title
Syd
“I figured you would be here.”
Looking up from my laptop in front of me, I peered at Tanisha as she stood in the doorway of my office.
Shrugging, I asked, “Where else am I supposed to be?”
She dropped her arms and entered. “I hear there’s a big fight happening tonight.”
I frowned as my chest tightened to the point of pain. “Brandi and Cheryl are working the fight,” I said and went back to typing out the email I was working on.
“Yup. They’ve got it covered,” she said.
“Good. There are a couple of races coming up in the next few weeks that we need to schedule shifts for.”
When Tanisha didn’t respond, I paused typing and looked up to find her staring at me, folded arms and head tilted to the side.
“What?”
“You’re really going to continue sitting there talking about work?”
I raised my hands. “What else am I supposed to do?”
“Not pretend like you’re not hurting right now.”
“I’m fine, Tanisha,” I said on a sigh, my shoulder slumping.
“Yeah, if by fine you mean doing everything in your power to forget that the love of your life has a major life event happening tonight and you’re not there to see it.”
I pressed my palm against my chest trying to relieve some of the pain that Tanisha’s words reignited.
“Thanks for not denying it.”
“What?”
“That he’s the love of your life.” She shook her head and finally sat down across from me. “Shit, you’ve got other females coming up here ready to fight you over him. Vince told me all about it.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Whatever,” I mumbled.
“Don’t get flippant with me. I’m only pointing out how important he is to you. And yet, you’re sitting here working while he’s supposed to take on the biggest fight of his career.”
“I’m not his trainer anymore. He fired me, remember?”
“Yeah, and what about being his friend. Can you be that?”
“How?”
“By showing up to support him.”
I pushed out a breath, feeling irritated with my best friend. “I can’t be in his corner since I’ve been fired. I couldn’t get a seat in the arena even if I wanted to,” I mumbled. The truth was, I’d looked up tickets for the fight. They’d sold out months ago.
