“Okay, then go out for the sake of maybe meeting someone? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you with a girl.”
“It’s lost its appeal over the years. Sure, it can be fun, but…” I trail off, unsure of what exactly it is I want instead.
“But what?”
“I’m just tired of the same old routine. Meet a pretty girl at a bar, flirt, have sex, and then never see them again.”
“Then date someone,” Ryker suggests casually.
A shudder rolls through my body as images of the last time I dated someone come to the forefront of my mind. “We both know how that went the last time I tried.”
“That wasn’t your fault. She was—”
“Please, not today. I’ve already had enough stress for the day.”
“What’s going on?” he prods as he leans forward and rests his forearms on the table. “You know you can talk to me if you want.”
I rest back in my chair and let my head lean there for a moment as I sigh deeply. “My agent called.”
“Again? What does that make it? Every day this week?”
“Yeah, and it’s always the same story. He tells me how well I’ve been playing and to make sure I keep it up if I want the team to renew my contract,” I tell him, leaving out how I truly feel about it.
“And you’re not sure if you want that,” he adds without me having to explicitly say it. Over the years, Ryker and I have become like brothers, and he knows me better than anyone.
“It’s complicated,” I confess.
“You have the entire season before you need to make a decision,” he says, taking a sip of his beer. “You should go out tonight. Going home to stew about it won’t help.”
“I don’t know…”
Ryker rolls his eyes. “Camille told me that the two of you used to get into all kinds of trouble back home. Where’s that guy? Go out and have some fucking fun.”
I used to be the life of the party. The outgoing, adventurous one.
But ever since what happened with my ex-girlfriend, I’ve been more careful.
Maybe I do need a night out to let go for once. To step outside of my comfort zone and do something different.
I’m tired of the same old routine, and this might be exactly what I need to shake things up.
Chapter 3
Teagan
“Two hundred,” I pant as my back flops onto the mat, my core aching as I end my workout with two hundred sit-ups.
Today’s workout consisted of core and back, as I’m keeping up with my personal fitness so that I don’t fall off track.
And knowing that in two days from now–on Monday–I’ll be able to actually train my gymnastics skills is giving me life. It’s been a little over two weeks since I last performed any skill, and to say I feel not like myself is an understatement.
The excitement to flip and twist my body again is real.
Despite my lack of enthusiasm to teach, I’m going to give it my all andtryto be positive.
Minutes later, I pull the brim of my hat down as I begin my fifteen-minute walk from the private gym to my condo.
It’s part of the reason I chose to live downtown, seeing as there was an exclusive gym where athletes or celebrities could work out without the worry of paparazzi or unwanted attention.
