Page 24 of One Goal in Mind

Lucas

Shit, I just saw it. Russ, are you okay, mate?

Russ

Hey guys! I’m sure we’ll have to talk about it later with Doc, but Smith smacked Scarlett’s ass and I lost my shit.

Will

I heard you might be out the rest of the season. That’s fucking bullshit!

Lucas

She’s his physical therapist, there’s no excuse for him touching her.

Ronan

How is Scarlett? Is she okay?

She stayed with me last night.

Will

I fucking called it! You two aren’t just friends.

We were.

Lucas

Were? Past tense?

Ronan

Fucking finally! I have to get to practice but I’ll catch up later.

I’ll talk to you guys later tonight. I have to check in with my team

Lucas

Good luck!

I have a missed call from my agent, but I’m not in the right headspace to deal with it right now. After a tall glass of water, I make my way back to my bedroom and slide under the sheets that still smell like Scarlett.

I wake a few hours to my phone vibrating, and can’t help my smile that it’s my girl. “Hey, Red,” I answer through a yawn.

“I saw the news. I’m so sorry, Russ.”

I sit up straighter. “What news?”

“What have you been doing? It’s everywhere.”

“I was asleep. What news?” I repeat, more sharply this time.

Scarlett lets out a long sigh. “I think it’s better you see for yourself.”

I click the speaker icon on my phone and spot several news alerts on my phone, all of them saying the same thing—I’m out for the rest of the season. “Fuck,” I groan and scroll to find a statement from my team.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. If I?—”

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