“She wasn’t on the university rugby team?”
“No. It doesn’t say why, and I won’t ask. It’s none of my business.”
I twist my lips to the side. “I’d ask.”
“Which is why you’re not in the interview with me. You’re unprofessional.”
I pop my feet back on her desk, revelling in her scowl. “She understands professional sports, psychology, and administration. What about cars? What does she drive? Will she drop everything if I call her late at night?” I tease. “These are things I need to know.”
“Get out of my office before I kick you out.” Senna points at the door. I pause long enough to make her eyes pinch before swaggering to the door.
“You’re easy to wind up, Sen. Remember, she needs to love dogs and?—”
“Shithead older brothers?”
I give her a wave. “I’ll be in my office waiting. Find me a good one. I believe in you.”
I easily dodge the pen she tosses in my direction.
“Love you, sis.”
She’s right. I’m softening. There’s still a lot of the old me missing, and I can’t stop the panic as someone steps too close to my comfort zone. What if I’ll never be okay? What if I’ll never be able to let someone in long enough to be the man I was or find what my sister haswith Connor?
What if I never get to race professionally again?
As I rush to my clean, people-free office, I can’t believe I’ll have anything more than a life of loneliness and fear.
CHAPTER 10
Rosie
Senna Coulter cackles at her desk. She’s a millionaire and the boss of an entire organisation, and she’s laughing because of something I said!
“What happened?” she asks, her chin resting on her fist as she stares at me.
“I told him if he talked to me like that again, I’d message his mum and send her the dick pic he sent me. I wasn’t on a dating site. I was arranging a carpet delivery.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Working in this industry, I’ve come up against some dickheads, and unfortunately not everyone you meet will be lovely, but you’ll hold your own. And although my brother can be grumpy, he’s respectful. He’d fire anyone instantly if he witnessed them being anything less than appropriate.”
My eyes widen. “For real?”
She nods.
“I can’t imagine that, but I’m happy to hear it.” I reach for the glass of water, yanking at my skirt. Senna’s brow furrows. “Sorry. I shouldn’t say this in an interview, but I hate wearingsmart clothes. Don’t worry, I will as an assistant, but I’ll wear something better than this.”
Senna grins. “That’s it. You’ve got the job.”
I stumble over my words. “Because I hate wearing smart clothes?”
“That, and your knowledge, experience, ability to handle difficult people, and because you’re exceptional.”
I glance down at the floor and up again. I’m a little in love with Senna Coulter. If her brother’s anything like her, I won’t be counting down the minutes of every workday. “Exceptional?”
“At twenty-three, you’ve achieved a lot. I can’t understand why you’ve chosen us when you could be conquering the rugby world, but my brother will be lucky to have you as his assistant.”
“I have a couple of questions.”Like, are you pranking me?
“Ask away.” She calls Jimmy into the office, instructs him on the prepared contracts that require my name, then sends him away again.
