“You look like shit.”
“I always look like shit.”
“Go see the physio.”
The whole pack immediately starts snickering.
My eyes narrow.
“You did that on purpose.”
Tank shrugs innocently.
“Accidents happen.”
Koa grins.
“Better go see Chiara, bro.”
“Fuck all of you.”
Tank claps me on the back.
“Good luck, Romeo.”
I flip them off and jog toward the sideline.
And as much as I hate to admit it—my heart starts pounding the closer I get to her.
Because it’s been four months since I first saw her, and Chiara Giardino still does things to my head no opponent ever has.
And if Tank thinks I’m whipped now?
He ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
Seriously though, this woman’s got my head so completely twisted I can’t keep going on like this.
Something’s gotta give.
Maybe Tank flattening me like a runaway freight train wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened.
Because now?
I’ve got a reason to walk straight into Chiara Giardino’s office—and finally find out if this bloody obsession of mine has even the slightest chance of becoming something real.
Chapter2
Chiara
Oh my God.
Ouch!
That had to hurt.
I’m standing near the sideline when Tank absolutely steamrolls Noah Walker like a runaway truck, and I wince in professional sympathy even as half the team starts laughing like idiots.
Rugby players.
