The last thing I wanted to think about right now was my sperm donor.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I replied shortly.
“Okay, good luck today, Lucas.”
I hung up and found Morgan just getting off the phone.
“She’s stable but still critical,” she said with some relief.
I gathered her in my arms, needing to hold her. “I’m so glad.” I pulled back so I could look at her. “My agent, Mo will be here in a half an hour to take you to the train. He’s going to travel with you to Heathrow where he’s booked you a direct flight to Virginia for eight o’clock this evening.”
“Mo’s coming with me? Why?” Morgan asked.
“Because I know how stressful traveling is for you. And I thought if someone was with you handling it all, you’d feel better.”
At that Morgan burst into tears and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, Lucas. I love you so much. Thank you.”
I held her against me as tightly as I could knowing it would be the last time for a while.
That thought made my chest ache.
But I couldn’t think about that. Not now.
“I love you too,” I said, kissing her.
“WHERE THE FUCKis your head, Bradley? You need to focus!” Jack screamed at me in the dressing room before we went out onto the pitch to start the game.
I didn’t even bother to answer. My mind was elsewhere.
With Morgan.
She had texted me once she and Mo were on the train headed to London. I wouldn’t be able to talk to her again until she landed in America. Then there would be an ocean between us.
I tried not to think selfishly but it was hard.
I knew she needed to be with her mother but I missed her already. I hadn’t counted on this woman becoming such an integral part of my life in such a short amount of time.
“How long is Morgan going to be gone?” Alan asked, lacing up his cleats.
I pulled the yellow captain’s band up over my arm. “I don’t know. Her mum had a heart attack and is in the hospital.”
“Will she stay in the states?” Nick asked, listening in on our conversation.
“I have no fucking idea,” I barked.
Nick held his hands up. “Mate, I was only asking.”
I ran my hand over my head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take your head off.”
Alan’s expression was worried. “You’ve got to get your head in the game, Luke? Every game matters.”
“You sound like Millwood. And I have enough arseholes in my life.” I got to my feet and headed towards the door. I could hear the roar of the crowd. The chants.
And Morgan wasn’t one of them.
My mother and Anna were there though.
But it wasn’t enough.
