Page 56 of The Break Down

I opened my mouth.

He cut me off. “And if you’re about to say something stupid like ‘I’m trying to give her space,’ I swear to God I’ll bench you just for the principle of it.”

I closed my mouth.

Coach stepped back, crossed his arms again, and nodded like he’d solved all the world’s problems.

“Go get your friggin’ woman, Jackson. Now.”

So yeah.

That’s what I plan to do.

And I rented a damn SUV just for the purpose.

Not just any car. A top-tier luxury SUV.

Leather seats.

Tinted windows.

Bluetooth, touchscreen, the works.

Comfortable.

Sleek.

And most importantly?

It’s private.

We have some things we need to discuss, Finley and me.

And I’m done playing games.

She’s not getting in that RV tonight.

Oh no.

Not without giving me a chance. Not until she hears me out.

Not until I look her in the eye and remind her that I’m not going anywhere—and neither is she.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN-KOA

I pull alongside the RV, and just like we discussed, I spot a couple of bags—hers—at the rear of it.

That’s all Coach. I grin as I grab the suitcases and load them into the back.

Then I turn as the sound of women chattering reaches my ears.

Carolina sees me first, and she’s grinning.

Then Finley does, and she isn’t smiling.

But I have plans to change that.

“Oh, um. Catch you later, Fin,” she says, and glares at me, “You better not fuck this up.”

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