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But I was looking.
At some point, I saw Slash heading off to do the same on the other side of the street.
It wasn’t long—maybe an hour or so—before my phone was buzzing in my pocket.
Not Colter with an update yet.
Rook.
“Tell me you have something,” I demanded, kicking a milk crate out of my way inside a spiderweb and rat-infested old building.
“Saint mentioned she went to college in West Virginia.”
“Yeah.”
“Did she happen to play soccer?”
“Yeah. Why?” How the fuck did that factor into this?
“Because I found something.”
“What is it?”
“An old restraining order.”
That gave me pause.
“From college?”
“Yeah.”
“Against who?”
“George Dover.”
Who the fuck was George Dover?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
PAST
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I was excited and terrified as I slipped into my blue and yellow shorts and t-shirt, half-listening to the chatter of conversations around me in the locker room. It seemed like some of the girls knew each other from before college or had simply become besties since showing up on campus.
I was still trying to figure out the layout, how to get my books, and get to know my roommate. I hadn’t even attended a party yet.
Before I could shake off my uncertainty and strike up a conversation with one of these girls who would become integral parts of my college career, everyone was moving out onto the field.
Nerves skittered through my belly.
This would have been bad enough if I was walking out to greet the kind, warm, amazing coach who had recruited me, who had been with me through orientation and fitness testing.
But the team had all gotten word that our former coach had a family emergency and she’d needed to leave ahead of the season.
So now I had no idea if the new coach was going to be that warm and supportive or someone who was going to ride me and degrade us.
My grandfather’s words sounded in my head.You get what you get and you don’t get upset.
