“Where is everyone going?”
“To lunch, Coach Cha-Cha,” Nolan answers.
A muscle in Knox’s cheek jerks at the nickname. Knox hates it. I would hate a nickname I got because I fell down while dancing during a friend’s wedding reception, too. At least his concussion was minor.
Knox crosses his arms over his chest. “You’ve barely been working out for an hour.”
“It’s off-season, Coach Cha-Cha.” Tanner dances toward the door.
“Training camp starts in a few weeks. Are you at your goal weight?”
Tanner freezes. “I’m not exactly at my goal weight, but I’m close.”
“Good.” Knox motions toward the scale in the corner. “I’ll do a quick weigh-in to check.”
“Do I have to?”
Knox shrugs. “Or you can finish your workout.” His eyes narrow. “Less gossiping and more working out.”
“I finished my workout,” I say.
“You have?”
“I got here an hour before everyone else.”
Tanner laughs. “Because he’s lovesick and couldn’t sleep.”
I launch myself at him. He’s correct. I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about Addy. But I can’t let him get away with teasing me too much. I can’t let him think it’s okay to give me shit all the time.
Brock grasps my t-shirt to stop me. “Let it go. You hate bloodstains on your clothes.”
I glance down. I’m wearing white. Bloodstains are a bitch to get out of white.
Knox claps. “Excellent. It’s decided. You’ll work out for another hour before eating a healthy lunch.”
“But we were going to eat atFive Fathoms Brewing.”
Knox frowns at me. “You can eat there another time. When you’re not watching your weight.”
He waits for me to nod before leaving the room.
Brock pats me on the back. “We’ll go see your girlfriend for lunch tomorrow.”
“How do you…”
I trail off. There’s no sense asking how anyone on this team gets their information. The members of the team gossip more than frat brothers. Besides, he’s right. We can go to Addy’s restaurant for lunch tomorrow.
My body hums in anticipation. Addy can’t claim to not know who I am now.
Chapter 3
In my defense, no one warned me about the dimple.
Addy
Icheck the time and cringe. I’m late. I should have been at work by now. It’s a good thing I have the coolest bosses in the world.
The five women who ownFive Fathoms Brewingare the best. They used to run around the island causing havoc, but now they’re all loved up.
