Opening my gym bag, I place the cup inside and wait for her to return.
She closes the door, acknowledging me.
“Morning,” she chirps. Her voice is my favorite sound in the world. I could listen to her for the rest of my life and never get bored.
“Morning,” I rasp, emotions punching me hard in the chest.
As we walk inside the elevator, our grinning faces reflect in the sleek walls.
“Thanks for the drink.”
She nods, but her shoulders droop.
“What is it?” I ask, hating something upsets her.
“I want LuKo Juice products to be better known. Numerous studies confirm their benefits, and I don’t compromise on quality.” The passion is clear in her speech.
“You shouldn’t lower your standards.”
“I won’t.”
I love her determination. I am in awe of her.
“Good, because hard work, passion, and discipline always pay off in achieving your goals,” I assure her.
A small smile teases her luscious lips. “Thank you. I needed that pep talk.”
After we climb into our cars, she waves at me before she drives away.
An idea pops into my head, needing to support her somehow. Making a detour, I put on a cap, and as inconspicuously as I can, I go buy some more drinks from LuKo Juice before driving to the stadium.
Inside the locker room, I give Levi, Roman, and Banks each a cup. They boast the biggest social media followers on the team, and I say, “Take a picture with this.”
“Of course, Cap. Anything to support your girl.”
I pin Roman with a stare, pinching the bridge of my nose while he snaps a selfie, “Cheese.”
They post the pics, and I follow.
When the coach comes into the room, he looks us dead in the eye. “Are you taking selfies when you should be mentally preparing for practice?”
Roman says with a Cheshire Cat grin, patting my back. “Cap here made us take pics of us drinking LuKo Juice.”
I am going to kill him. He will regret this during practice.
Coach looks at me for a moment, then nods. “That’s a fabulous idea, son. Thank you.”
“Do you think he’ll be that grateful knowing you want to get in her panties?” Roman whispers.
“Out. Now.” I snap, done with his bullshit.
Levi slaps a palm on my shoulder. “This can go either really well or monumentally shitty.”
I feel my brows furrow in confusion. “Why?”
“Not everyone wants help from someone close to them.”
“I’m not you,” I remind him. “My sister still doesn’t know about your involvement.”
