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Somehow I managed to push Weston away and piss my sister off all in a few short hours.
Buzz, buzz.
Hoping Piper’s calling me back to kiss and make up, I glance at my cell.
Dad: Saw the presser. Coach Keller has quite the reputation
Dad: Tough but good. Big step up from the dipshit they had before
Is my dad actually giving me positive feedback right now?
Mind blown.
Dad: Don’t think I would’ve hired a rookie. But probably the best they could get
There it is. The backhanded compliment I expected. Never simple praise. Always qualified, always second-guessing.
Dad: Had dinner with Jarod from the Olympics committee. He has an open spot on his marketing team
For fuck’s sake. The man never lets up. He can’t acknowledge my success—it always comes with conditions, qualifications, immediate suggestions for something “better.”
Harbor: Thanks, but I’m good. The team’s going to have a great season
Harbor: They’re championship material
Blue dots swirl, each spin adding another sharp twist to my gut, my anxiety peaking.
Dad: I’m not sure they have what it takes. So many distractions
Dad: That’s not how you win
And I’m one of the distractions.
The realization hits hard, sucking the air from my lungs.
I’m not just failing to maintain professional boundaries—I’m actively undermining everything I came here to achieve.
I can’t be one of the reasons the team doesn’t win. The Crushers deserve a PR consultant at the top of her game and a captain with singular focus.
Not someone who’s distracted—and distracting.
My dad’s right again.
And I fucking hate it.
CHAPTER 21
WESTON
It’s been three days since Harbor and I had sex in the media room. Three days of silence fucking with my head worse than any hit I’ve taken. No call, no text. Like nothing happened between us.
And the quiet is killing me.
I can’t stop thinking about her. The way she took control, locked the door and straddled me.
Honestly, she’s hot as hell.
Every single thing about her.
