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The tears swimming in my eyes when Mallory and I take our bows have nothing to do with the overwhelming response we received from the audience.
“What are you on, Dean?” I snap. “What did you take?” He blinks, then says, “Oh. Just some molly.” For fuck’s sake.
I study my reflection, all the events of last night come crashing back. Missing Allie’s play. Allie dumping me.
“Morning, Coach,” Garrett calls out warily. “What’s going on?” “Drug testing,” is the terse reply. My heart drops. Splat. It just hits the floor. The nausea? Well, that rises. Soars up to my throat and clamps it shut.
“What are the results going to show?” he pushes, his expression unbearably resigned. “Marijuana? Cocaine?” “MDMA,” I mumble. He closes his eyes briefly. Then he opens them. “All right. Thanks for letting me know.” I leave his office feeling like a man on death row. Two days later, I get kicked off the team.
I’m still in love with Dean. Hopelessly, desperately in love with him.
I do, however, poke Hannah for information every chance I get.
I miss Dean. I really, really do. I know he’s doing well, because I’ve been harassing Hannah for status reports.
I’m finally ready to claim him. The time apart succeeded in centering me, but now it’s time to get my man back.
Mr. Hayes settles on the sofa and proceeds to ignore me. I take off my jacket and drape it over the back of the armchair. Then I sit down. He balks. “What are you doing?” “Getting comfortable.” I raise a brow. “Didn’t I mention? I’m spending the night.”
“I don’t like this,” Mr. Hayes grumbles. “I don’t care,” I say cheerfully.
My wife was sick at that point, real sick, so she was doing everything she could to make AJ happy. She asked AJ what scent she wanted, and AJ says—” he snorts in amusement “—strawberries and roses.”
His lips brush my temple. Then he inhales deeply, as if he’s smelling my hair. “I missed you,” he murmurs. “I missed you too.” Swallowing, I ease out of the hug and meet his gaze. “I don’t need any more alone time.” A slow smile curves his lips. “Thank fuck.”
“It’s not for me,” he explains. “It’s for your dad. I know you don’t want to be away from him. So I figured instead of you giving up your dream to stay on the East Coast with him, you keep the dream and he comes to the West Coast with you.” Dean shrugs. “I already ran it by him and he’s on board. He said he’ll start looking for a place to rent once you give him the word.”
Allie revealed she’d been offered a role on a cable show being developed by hotshot director Brett Carson, who she did a play with last summer. No audition necessary—Carson liked working with her so much that he offered her the role outright. The best part? The show is being filmed in New York City.
Tucker hesitates. “I… Fuck, I was hoping the others would be home so I could tell everyone at once.” “Tell us what?” My uneasiness grows. “I…uh…” He stops, closes his mouth. Opens his mouth. Stops again. Then he lets out a breath that sounds like it’s sucked right out of his soul. “I’m having a baby.”
“You’re having a baby?” My mind continues to spin like a carousel, making it hard to speak without stuttering. “With…with who?” Tucker meets my confused eyes and says, “Sabrina James.”
