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“A few days. Maybe a week. Until all this shit blows over.”
“And she left a baby with you?”
“I’m her father.”
“What does Jonas think of this?”
Adam shifted Olive onto his shoulder. She seemed to settle there.
“I haven’t told him yet,” Adam said. “No one knows. Not even Javier. I told him Jen was going through something and had come to stay.”
“You’re not back together, are you?”
“God, no. I’m with Jonas.”
“You sure about that?”
TWENTY
JONAS
Jonas hadn’t heard a thing from Adam since the story had broken. That wasn’t strictly true. He’d ignored a few calls. Only because he suspected his temper would carry him away and he didn’t want to say something he might regret.
Unfortunately being in a Premier League soccer team with Adam made it impossible to avoid him for long. It was a cold morning as they warmed up on the training pitch. The morning frost still glistened in the grass as they weaved in and out of one another.
Jonas met Adam’s eye when he came close.
“Okay, pair up,” Steven shouted. “One touch passing. Fifteen minutes.”
“You and me,” Adam said.
Jonas nodded.
It’s about bloody time.
One touch passing exercises meant just that. Firing to and from each other without losing the ball.
Steven blew the whistle and they began.
“I know I’m not being fair on you,” Adam said as he sliced the ball to Jonas.
“You can say that again,” Jonas replied, kicking it unnecessarily hard. “I knew you would do this. I said it all along.”
Adam masterfully got it under control and softly passed back.
“You’re wrong.”
“Am I?”
Thwack.
“Can you give me until Sunday?” Adam asked.
He had to run to get the ball.
“I don’t have much choice, do I?”
Adam passed it straight to Jonas.
