Page 88 of Overtime Goal
MAD DOG: Yo. Where are you? Holky thinks you got lost at a poetry retreat. Should we send up a drone?
I laughed and showed the screen to Logan.
He raised an eyebrow. “Nobody could guess what that means.”
“You don’t think they’re onto us already?”
He chuckled. “How long did it take us to figure out what they were up to?”
“But we’re not even in the US. How could?—”
“They’ve probably been suspicious since we missed golf in LA. Our nosy brothers-in-pucks aren’t slow on the uptake.”
“Fair,” I said, typing a reply.
RILEY: Still alive. No poetry retreat. Just sunshine and carbs.
MAD DOG: Tell Logan to wear sunscreen. His forehead was sunburned in his last Insta post. You know, the one where you posted a selfie taken in the exact same spot a few minutes later.
I snorted and read Logan the message.
He shook his head. “I hate Dog.”
“You love him.”
“I guess.” Logan rolled his eyes. “Most of the time.”
I typed another message.
RILEY: See you soon. Try not to break Holky.
I tossed my phone onto the table. “Maybe we’re not as subtle as I thought.”
Logan shrugged. “Do we want to be?”
I opened my mouth, then hesitated. That wasn’t a rhetorical question; it wasthequestion. What should we do when we got home? Try to keep things under wraps or walk into training camp together and let people talk?
Before I could answer, Logan leaned forward. “I’ve loved this time with you, Ade, and I don’t want to lose it when we go back.”
“You won’t. Not a fucking chance.”
“Then maybe it’s time to talk about what this is.”
“Let’s do it.” I rubbed my palms over my thighs. “So, to be sure we’re on the same page, we’re both thinking this has been a lot more than vacation fun?”
His mouth twitched. “Little late for it to be that, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” I grinned, but my heart was hammering too hard to joke. “I’m in this a hundred percent. I don’t want to see anyone else. I only want to be with you.”
He nodded. “Same for me. I’ve felt this way since… Well, I haven’t wanted to see anyone else for a long time.”
“You mean before Positano?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Since before LA. Alongtime before LA.”
I swallowed hard, trying to control the tears threatening to break loose. There would be a time for crying, but we neededto talk first. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize what was going on with either of us.”
“If you hadn’t been who you were, you wouldn’t be who you are now.”
