“I’m not bored. I’m here to catch up with Wes.” Thomas subtly winces as he speaks, and I can’t stop my smile. He dropped himself right into what’s coming.
“What for? What’s going on? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I think you’re needed on the field, Luke.” I try to help but it’s no use. Luke is not going to give up on this.
“I don’t know anything. I?—”
“Thomas, you made it.” Wes joins us, patting Thomas on the back as he moves past. His gaze shifts to Luke and he frowns. “Shouldn’t you be on the field?”
I snort out a laugh as Thomas chuckles beside me. “I’m on it. But I’m going to find out what’s going on here.” Luke’s brows furrow as his gaze moves between Wes and Thomas. Then with a laugh, he’s gone.
“What was that about?” Wes asks, looking back over his shoulder to see Luke watching them.
“That was Luke being Luke.”
“Okay, then. Are you ready, Thomas?”
“For what exactly?” Thomas raises an eyebrow, and I have to bite my tongue so I don’t blurt it out.
“Come on, let’s go to my office. If I don’t see you before, Keeley, I’ll see you at five.”
“See you, Wes. Have fun, Thomas.” Thomas rolls his eyes and I laugh as they walk away. I couldn’t think of anyone better to join our team. After all, Thomas is still part of the family, and he knows our plays inside and out.
Fingers crossed he agrees.
After catching up with Coach Pierce, the reason I was watching practice, I power walk back to my office in time to take a media call and then I have a moment to breathe. A rare two hours, in fact. Enough time to sneak in a yoga session…if I rush.
I’m always freaking rushing. One day, I’d like to have a slow day, maybe a walk in the morning, outside in the sunshine, followed by a relaxing breakfast and a yoga session before I start work. One day I’d like to… Ah, who am I kidding? That sounds like hell. I love the hustle and grind. It’s who I am. And if I go now, I might actually make it.
“Take a deep breath in. And out. And when you’re ready, open your eyes and slowly sit up.”
My eyes are open before she’s finished speaking, and I’m sitting up ahead of anyone else. My instructor, Adhira, smiles, no longer perturbed by my tendencies to move quickly.
During the session, I’m always in the zone. The second we’re done, however, my mind is back in the office and it’s go time again.
“Thanks for another great session,” I whisper as I stand, rolling up my mat.
Adhira joins her hands at the center of her heart and bows her head slightly as she whispers, “Namaste,” and I tuck my mat under my arm to do the same. “Namaste.”
“See you in a few weeks?” she jokingly questions me.
“I’m hoping to make it back sooner, but you know me.”
“Anything is better than nothing.”
“Exactly.”
I wave goodbye as I walk out into the foyer, heading to the showers, a smile on my face until I’m met with an obnoxiousout of ordersign.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I grumble under my breath, turning to face the receptionist.
What is it with me and showers lately? Talk about bad luck.
“Do you have other showers?” I ask as politely as I can.
She smiles sympathetically and I wish I hadn’t asked.
I stare her way as she explains what happened, even though I tuned out the second she said no, drifting into planning mode. I could go home and shower, except that it would be at leasta fifty-minute turnaround without including the shower, and I have my meeting with Wes in just under forty minutes. I could skip the shower—I’ve never been a huge sweater during yoga anyway—but I’m a creature of process and my day won’t be the same if I don’t.
