Page 119 of Game Changer
Whatever he wants to tell me, I’ll find out later.
My legs have the strength of garden hoses right now.I pushed myself hard out there on the ice.Whatever happens, I’m going to be in shape to deal with it.Unless I have a heart attack first.Ha.
I zip up my bag of gear and hoist it to leave the arena.I have a massage booked with the trainer I’ve been working with, which is going to feel fucking amazing.
I turn off my phone while I’m getting worked over by Viktor.Stretched out on the table, my face planted down into the opening, I let him dig into tight muscles from my feet up to my neck and shoulders for an hour and a half.I damn near fall asleep.I haven’t been sleeping that great the last few weeks.
Molly’s hurt face floats in front of my closed eyes and as usual when I think of her, my gut clenches.
I try to push that aside though.I heard from Everly yesterday, and Grandpa’s doing okay.His Alzheimer’s hasn’t progressed very much in the last few months, but Chelsea is still doing a lot.The money stuff has been taken care of, and Dad and Uncle Matt are involved in Grandpa’s life again, helping Chelsea more.Now the hockey season’s started, they’re probably busy too, but I hope they can find the time to be there more.
After my massage, I go for lunch.Eating healthy is a big part of staying in shape, and I haven’t been very diligent about that.But I stop at a Freshii for an Oaxaca bowl that’s full of healthy things like brown rice, black beans and avocado.I sit down to eat it there.
I pull out my phone to scroll through sports news while I eat, and when I turn it on I discover a bunch of voice mails and about a hundred texts from Paul, the last one in all caps shouting at me to ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE.
Jesus.Shaking my head, I tap to call him.I hold the phone to my ear as I fork up some rice, beans and corn, waiting for Paul to pick up.
“Jesus Christ!”he bellows in my ear.
I hold the phone out and frown.
“What’s up, man?”
“I’ve been trying to get hold of you all morning!”
“Yeah, I was busy.At the rink skating, then I had a massage.”
“For Chrissake.Listen.I have news.”
I pull in a breath, preparing myself.“Okay, lay it on me.”
“They’re offering five years.”
I straighten.“Yeah?”
“AAV 3.8 million.”
I drop my fork.I close my eyes.We were hoping for four million.That’s pretty close.“What’s the breakdown?”
“First year, three point five, second year, four mil.”He continues to outline the rest of the contract.
My heart is hammering.All the tension in my muscles releases and I nearly fall off the stool.“Okay.”
“Let’s get together and go over all the details.Can you meet now?”
“Sure.I’m just eating lunch.”
“Where are you?”
I tell him.
“Okay, not what I had in mind.Meet me at Maxime’s.”
I guess a place like that has a little more privacy for business discussions.I haven’t even eaten my bowl, but I can bring it with me.
I’m a freakin’ millionaire, but I don’t want to waste my ten-dollar lunch.I laugh out loud as I pack it up and exit the restaurant.I jump into my SUV and drive to the place Paul suggested.
He’s already there with a bunch of papers in front of him.He stands and shakes my hand, giving me a big grin.“Congratulations.”
