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Fuck. Fuck!

I head back to my car and slide into the driver’s seat.

What the hell did I think I was going to do?

Like he’d magically walk out and spot me there, and he’d rush to me, and I’d tell him I’m pregnant and he’d sweep me up into his arms and kiss me and tell me we’ll be a little family?

I think I’ve written one too many romance novels.

I blow out a breath as I start the car and navigate back toward home as I hope and pray that this will still be my home after these next two weeks are over.

CHAPTER 55: Miller Banks

What if it Was

“What the fuck was that?” Tanner yells at me.

He doesn’t usually yell at me, but I dropped an easy handoff. Twice. I probably deserve to have him in my face.

It’s Friday morning. I tried calling her yesterday on her release day, and she never answered. Maybe she was busy. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk to me.

I texted her instead. I wished her good luck on her release day. I texted her again later in the day to celebrate that her book hit the bestseller charts after I pulled it up to check it.

I told her I can’t wait to read it. I said I love her and miss her.

She didn’t reply.

I think she’s really angry with me, and I don’t know how to fucking fix it when she won’t pick up the goddamn phone and we’re forced to be apart.

I fucking hate this.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

When it happens a third time, he walks away and heads toward Coach. A minute later, he’s guiding me off the field and toward the locker room.

“What the fuck are you doing, bro?” he asks me.

It’s just the two of us in an empty locker room, and I sink down onto a bench.

“I’m distracted. I slept like shit the last couple nights, and shit’s hanging in the balance with Soph, who won’t talk to me, and it feels like my life is falling the fuck apart and there’s nothing I can do about it.” It feels like a weight off my shoulders to confess all that to my brother.

“Do I need to remind you what happened to me last season when I let a woman distract me?” he asks through a clenched jaw.

“No, I remember. You got a year off to fall in love.”

“Fuck off with that. You know that’s not what happened.” He sits beside me.

“Maybe not, but it was the result, wasn’t it?” I shoot back.

He sighs. “This isn’t about me. Don’t you see that you and Sophie belong together?”

“Then why aren’t we together?” I ask.

“Because you’re being a fucking idiot.”

“Thanks, man,” I say dryly.

“Go get her, Miller,” he says quietly. “Tell her how you feel before it’s too late.”

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