“Oohhh,” Declan says.
“I already gave my two cents.” Wolf looks at me like I’m a lost cause.
I shrug, ready to head to my suite.
“You could go talk to her. DTR or whatever.”
We all whip our heads in Grey’s direction.
“Talk? What’s that?” Wolf directs the comment about the member of our team who talks the least.
“Do you mean DT as in defensive tackle?” Declan asks.
“It means to define the relationship, DTR,” Grey says as if he talks about this stuff regularly. He does not.
“Who are you and what did you do with Greyson Adams?” I ask.
All the same, I come up with a plan on the spot. But before I can gather supplies, an army of high heels clicks down the hallway, ending the conversation.
The headmistress, who is Wolf’s coach, takes the lead with the other women flanking her. “We have a meeting to discuss plans for the remainder of our time together.” She levels her gaze at Wolf. “Come,” she says.
To my shock and astonishment, the big, bad safety for the Boston Bruiser obeys and gets to his feet.
Ten minutes later, Cateline declares that we’re done at Blancbourg. I do a double-take because I’m not ready to say goodbye. Not to Pippa, anyway.
After a lot of back-and-forth banter, mostly between Wolf and the headmistress, she says, “For the next weeks, you will have an off-site opportunity to apply what you learned in the classroom to real-life scenarios.”
“Does that mean we’re done here?” Declan asks as if he sees the cage door open, but isn’t sure whether it’s safe to pass through.
Cateline snorts. “You’re done with classroom instruction, but not with your coaching. Your etiquette teacher will be your constant companion wherever you go and whatever you do for the next three weeks.”
I turn to Pippa, but she reviews something on her phone.
It’s now or never to play out my plans to break the rules. Hopefully, they don’t carry quite as dire consequences assneaking around the Hinnifin Hall boarding school campus and getting caught in a girls’ room. Well, unless one of the guys finds out. Then it’s a team tackle for sure, and those are deadly, no joke.
26
CHASE
Phone in hand, I pace in my suite. I’ve always been a people pleaser and don’t ever want to let anyone down or have a confrontation. Unless we’re on the field. That’s a different story.
But I have to do this and do it the right way.
The number of women who practically throw themselves at me these days would earn me a bro slap from Freddie. The guys on the team tease me because I don’t often follow through on the offers for dates and more, though I’ve made some mistakes in my life. Let myself down more than once. At the very least, I can aspire to be the man of faith God wants me to be.
I’ve been waiting for the right woman. Only, the right one is out of reach unless I man up.
I dial Freddie.
He answers on the first ring. “Brother from another mother, how’s it going?”
That’s not the most auspicious start, but here we go. “I’m good. You?”
“Doing okay. Heading to the States soon. Will I see you?”
“That depends. At the moment, I’m in Concordia.”
“No way, my sister lives there.”
