Page 106 of The Wrong Move

EPILOGUE

BYRON

February…

Light stretchingand strengthening exercises are now part of my daily routine. While I’m focused on rehab, the time away from the court has given me time to think—to ponder my life and our life together.

Franklin and Penny gave me advice and asked me what was nonnegotiable. Without me giving them an answer, they implied I needed to find flexibility in my other commitments if I wanted a successful relationship. Basketball controlled me.The more I stay away from the court, the more I realize it was an unhealthy obsession. I love the game, but I want the control to be mine—to keep the ball in my court and the freedom to decide how I want to play the game. Months ago, Jobe spoke about me being a pawn when I thought I had control. Now, it all makes sense.

It’s something I’ll discuss with my agent.

I squeeze Giana’s hand as we enter my parents’ home and slowly make our way to the formal sitting room. My limp is lessnoticeable now. My family stands, and hugs are shared. “Sorry we’re late.”

“You’re not late, darling,” Mom says, holding both my shoulders after we hug. She looks over me. The same eyes as mine shine with concern. “How are you? Are you on track with your rehab?”

“I am. Oddly, I’m enjoying it.”

“Wonderful.” She turns to Giana. “And how is your painting coming along?”

“I’m almost finished.” Giana looks bashfully at me.

“What painting?”

Mom looks coy. “Giana is painting something special for our bedroom.”

I smile at my beautiful girl.

“And…” Mom spins, making the light fabric of her floral gown swish and sway. “What do you think?”

“It suits you perfectly. You look stunning.” Hearing the excitement in Giana’s voice, I look at Mom more closely.

“Is it one of yours?” I ask Giana.

“Byron,” Charlotte chastises. “You should know this.”

I shrug and walk over to stand beside Jobe chatting with Penny.

Penny rests a hand on his forearm. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” She then moves to stand beside her husband.

“You’re popular tonight. Handing out favors to everyone.”

“She’s upset. I couldn’t say no.”

“About what?” I push.

“Her friend, Zara, moved to London, and she only told Penny a week before she left. Some things were said in the heat of the moment, and now Penny is worried about her. She asked me to check in on her while I’m there.”

“Will you?”

Jobe groans. “Have you ever said no to Penny?”

I huff out a laugh. “About favors… do you have an update?”

“It’s a done deal.” He hands me a key.

I pat his shoulder. “I appreciate it.” I slip the key into my pocket. “So, any clue why we’re all here?”

He shakes his head. “I thought you’d have some insight.”

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