One of Liv’s best friends.
“Sorry.”
I hold up my hands. “No need to be sorry. Is what it is. Feel free to see her.”
“If only.” He sighs.
“Listen. You two finish the beer. I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”
Jack smiles at Alfie. “He lasted longer than we expected.”
I flip him off. “Ass.”
“Hey. We’re here if you need anything,” Alfie says.
“Thanks, guys.”
Heading back up to my room, I wait on the elevator. Tension gathers in my shoulders. I would have loved to call Liv and talk to her. Hear about her day. Tell her about the game. Get razzed because we lost and won’t be the most popular sport in London.
But I don’t get any of that.
All I want is Liv, and I get nothing from her now. I hate it.
It’s going to be hard to move on when she works for the team. At least we’re in separate parts of the building and I don’t have to run into her if I don’t want to.
At least, that’s what I tell myself to make things better.
Because they have to get better, right?
From: Olivia Montrose
Sent: Sunday, February 1, 2026 6:07 PM
To: Stanley Easton III
Subject: Talk soon?
Mr. Easton,
I was hoping you’d have some time to talk soon. I have some things that I want to discuss if you’re open to it.
Regards,
Olivia Montrose
Business Department
London Lightning
From: Olivia Montrose
Sent: Wednesday, February 4, 2026 11:17 AM
To: Stanley Easton III
Subject: RE: Talk soon?
Look, I know it’s my fault things ended, but please, can we talk?
