“She’s getting it . . . mostly. But she’s waking up more at night. And when she’s up, she’s raiding the kitchen like a raccoon.”
“Noted,” I said, keeping my breathing even.
He blew out a breath. “Her back’s been bothering her. She won’t admit it, but she’s been stretching more, walking a little slower. Take it from me, though—don’t make a big deal out of it or she’ll bite your head off.”
Another thirty seconds and his legs started to shake.
Mine didn’t.Sucker.
“You’re annoyingly good at this,” he muttered.
“Comes with the job,” I said, settling in. “Anything else I should know?”
Pink’s jaw flexed.
“Is she still jogging?”
“Five miles, nearly every day,” he answered between broken breaths. “I don’t know how she does it.”
We hit the two-minute mark, and Pink’s hands went to his thighs like that would stop the burn.
“Fuck, are you even trying? My quads are on fire.”
“Trying,” I said, “would imply there’s effort involved.”
“Show-off,” he muttered, finally springing up and shaking out his legs. “Fine, you win. But you better use that info wisely.”
I pushed off the wall, barely winded. “Appreciate the tips, Pink. Or should I say,Orange?”
He fixed me with a pointed glare. “I knew I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“That would be a first.”
Pink stalked off toward the showers, muttering under his breath, and I stood there for a second, running over everything he’d just told me. I had gone into the conversation looking for crumbs, but he’d handed me a full scouting report—cravings, sleep, exercise, the back pain she wouldn’t admit to. It was all useful information, the kind of details I could act on.
Starting now.
When I stepped back into the hall, Brock was exactly where I’d left him, still tucked under Tucker’s arm and looking entirelyunbothered by the wait. “You two done having your little quad contest?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, falling into step beside him. “We need to make a stop on the way back from lunch.”
“For what?”
I let a small smile slip. “I’ve got some shopping to do.”
Dani
Roasters 22–14
“I’m just saying, if the kiss cam lands on us, we should totally make out,” June announced as we wove our way down the stadium steps.
Kaylani arched a brow, one hand clutching her protruding belly. “Need I remind you that I’m a soon-to-be married woman and this kid is due any day now?”
“Ryan will understand.” She tilted her beer toward us. “What about the rest of you?”
Nessa shrugged. “I have a boyfriend.”
“I have a husband,” Jo added.
