“But all the other lads on your team are eating chicken fillet rolls and deli food. And you’re eating a prepacked meal.” “Yeah, well, all the other lads on the team don’t have a bitchy nutritionist to contend with,” he explained between bites. “Or a truckload of coaches and scouts breathing down their necks.” Huh. I thought about that for a moment. “Do you mind?” I asked then. He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.” My heart stopped in my chest.
