He’s not dramatic.
He’s steady.
Devoted.
The older rep exhales slowly.
“You are both aware that the optics remain sensitive.”
“Yes,” I say.
“And you are prepared to maintain strict separation between professional duties and private life.”
“Yes,” Wilder replies.
The female rep glances at Susan.
Susan nods carefully. “Amelia has demonstrated professionalism throughout this process. I have no concerns about her capability.”
Coach Carson leans back in his chair. “As long as the field stays clean, I don’t care what happens off it.”
A faint smile tugs at Wilder’s mouth.
The older rep closes his folder.
“Very well,” he says. “Conditional approval stands. Miss Bronwyn will remain with the Rebels in a modified capacity. Mr. Calloway will continue under alternative supervision. Any violation of separation terms will void this arrangement.”
I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Understood,” I say.
“Understood,” Wilder echoes.
The meeting adjourns.
Chairs scrape.
Papers shuffle.
As everyone begins to stand, Wilder finally turns fully toward me.
There’s pride in his eyes.
Not possessive.
Not territorial.
Proud.
“You were incredible in there,” he murmurs quietly.
“So were you,” I whisper back.
Coach Carson pauses at the door. “Keep it clean,” he says.
“Yes, Coach,” Wilder replies.
Susan lingers for just a second.
