“Just practice…?”
“That didn’t come out right.”
“If something’s bothering you, we can talk about, you know.”
I shake my head.
“Is there a woman?”
“No,” I reply unconvincingly.
“Mmm.”
“There’s no woman.”
“Okay.”
“I just have some family issues at the moment.”
He sighs. “Your father.”
My head snaps up.
“I was just on the phone with McCall, Ryan’s coach.”
I look at him and raise my brow.
“Your brother gave up everything without any explanation. The coach is furious, and the president wants his head. If Ryan doesn’t go back immediately, they could nullify his contract.”
What a fucker.
“Before making a final decision, he called me to see if I knew anything about it.”
I let myself fall back into the chair.
“I asked Ryan to come back, but I didn’t think he’d create all this fuss.”
“I’m sorry, kid.”
I tighten my jaw.
“And what about that idiot, Nick?”
“I’m trying to get in contact with him.”
The coach huffs. “He’s probably busy on a tropical island photo shoot with his arse hanging out.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
He gets up and walks around his desk before stopping in front of me.
“Everything’s all on your shoulders, right?”
“Not exactly, it’s just that, I’m…alone.”
“You know that you’re not alone. We’re a team, on and off the field.”
“They’re personal problems.”
