Some training.
And lately—when Chiara talks about work, about the body and recovery and helping athletes push past injuries—I admit, I’ve been listening.
And I’ve been reading up on it.
Learning.
Thinking.
Maybe I could do that.
Physical therapy with an emphasis on training.
Strength and conditioning.
Hell, maybe even open a few gyms here in Consequence if that’s where she decides she wants to stay.
The idea’s still rough.
Half-formed.
But it keeps popping into my head.
And every time it does, Chiara’s there in the picture.
Because the one thing I know for certain?
I can live without rugby someday.
But I know I can’t live without her.I won’t.
My gaze drifts back to the sideline again.
She’s leaning toward Carolina now, listening to something Dani’s saying, her brown curls catching the sunlight.
She looks comfortable.
Happy.
Like she’s exactly where she should be.
And if I have any say in it?
That’s where she’ll stay.
Right here with us.
With the Rovers.
With me.
Because sooner or later, Chiara Giardino is going to realize she belongs in my life just as much as I belong in hers.
And with any luck?
She’ll be wearing my ring and my name when that happens.
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