Page 20 of Before I Loved You

I swallow the lump in my throat.

Even after all of these years, the pain hasn’t dissipated at the mention of him.

Although, does the pain of losing a parent ever get easier over time?

If it does, I have yet to experience it.

“It was,” I respond solemnly.

He nods. “Well, it’s no secret that you’re anticipated to be the number-one draft pick next summer. And I can tell you, just from the little I’ve observed today, Boston would be lucky to have you.”

“Thank you, sir.” I run a hand over the top of my head.

“Have you ever considered playing for Boston?” he asks, shocking me into silence.

Being drafted to play for Boston is everything I’ve ever wanted.

It’s the city I grew up in.

It’s the city where my family lives.

And it’s the city where my dad spent his whole career playing.

But if Boston drafts me, is it only because of my last name?

The words that Greyson taunted me with earlier flash before me.

“Too bad your daddy’s not here to see you riding his name.”

My eyes meet Peter’s. “I’d like to play for a team that chooses me because of what I bring to the team and not because of the name I wear on my jersey.”

Peter squeezes my shoulder. “I’m not going to lie to you and say if you come to Boston, you won’t have some big shoes to fill because you will. People will expect everything from you that your father gave them over the years, if not more. But it’s up to you to show them who you are.” He lets his hand drop, peering around me. “Plenty of great basketball players are out there, waiting for a chance to be recruited into the NBA. But there’s a difference between being a great basketball player and being one of the greats. And you, my friend, are well on your way to being one of the greats.” He shrugs. “You may have the same last name as your father. But it’s one you should be proud to wear as you continue his legacy, making your own path and choices.” His eyebrows raise. “So, tell me. Do you think you can fill those shoes?”

I take in his words, letting them absorb within me.

Am I able to fill my dad’s shoes? To dribble down the same courts my dad played in regularly, clinching championship wins year after year?

“I don’t think there’s a right answer to this question, sir.” I lift a shoulder and let it drop. “But I know it’s not something I take lightly. My dad was the best man I know. He’s the reason I’m standing here today. I hope I can be half the man he was someday, especially on a basketball court. And I think it would be a dream come true and an honor to my father’s legacy to play for Boston if the opportunity was presented to me.”

Peter smiles widely. “That’s the kind of answer I was hoping to hear.” He looks at Coach Rivers and then back at me. “I have your agent’s information and will be in touch. Take care, Paul. Let’s do what we can to get those green and white colors on you.”

I smile, watching as he walks away.

Boston wants me.

They want…me.

five

SARAH

Sitting my ass on the grass and leaning my back against the enormous maple tree, I stare off at the water before me, also known as the Charles River. It glistens and gleams as the sun appears ready to set, but don’t let that pretty exterior fool you.

You won’t catch me jumping in that water anytime soon.

A slight breeze cascades over my arms, making me wish I had brought my jacket.

You never can keep up with the weather in New England this time of year.

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