He pins me with a hard look. “You should be glad you don’t have little sisters to worry about.”
My heart resuscitates, pounding away like a drum.
Sister?
“She’s been through enough shit, Cal. I’m serious. She’s not a bunny you can fuck around with. She’s my cousin and completely off-limits.”
6
CALLUM
Slinging my bag over one shoulder, I step out of my air-conditioned gym right into the sweltering midday heat. With the California sun beating down upon me, I jog to my go-to café, eager for my post workout snack.
The team is heading to Nashville in twenty-four hours and is slated to travel all week long. Between training, games, and PR events, we all need a rest day and I’m determined to enjoy mine. Burning out early in the season is not an option, especially when you’re a first liner with a contract clocking in at eight figures per year.
The bell over the door chimes loudly as I enter, and I heave a sigh of relief as cold air envelops me. My Canadian blood rejects high temperatures in October.
I stand in line, checking my phone for new messages. As usual, Novak is blowing up the team group chat.
ZamBROnies
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up:
Team. My bros. Enigmaaaaaa
after the game
I’ll book us a spot
that club is full of HOT Nashville chicks
Mateo:
You say that about every city we’re in.
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up:
every city has hot chicks, Cap!
Rohan:
I’m going to be busy.
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up:
dat’s the spirit
Moores gonna be partying with me BROS
Rookie:
I don’t know how to dance…
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up
get a couple drinks in youKubanski
you’ll be fine