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It spun right around along with Mia, catching me off guard.
“Mia, I…” I tried to grab for something, anything, but lightheadedness took me, and then I was falling.
“Abby!” Mia cried.
Her panicked voice filled the room, but darkness took me as I blacked out.
Chapter 16
Gilly
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Distraction…
It was a friend when you needed it to be. I’d found, though, that there were some things in this world that I couldn’t be distracted from.
Last night, when I gave Abby the options again, I’d feared she’d go with B.
If she did, I didn’t know what I would be like. It crushed me to think of making love to her and not being together. Not having her the way we were, and then it would stop when she got pregnant. Mission accomplished.
Then she’d have the baby and I would just be the father in the background. I wouldn’t have her. She would just be my friend who’d had my child, and I’d find it difficult to move on.
That was on my damn mind all through last night and this morning when I left to train.
Today, Coach Simpson came by so he could lay out our schedule for the period prior to the start of training season and then when it started.
I found myself thinking of Abby and how I’d see her. The plans looked just as badass as last year because the goal was to hold on to our title for dear life.
We had a great team, and that meant we had a chance. I wanted to seize that chance to be the best, just as good or better than I had been this year.
That was my distraction for the most part. Always football in some aspect or way.
I’d taken my bike out today, and after training, I went out to the woods to think. It was nearly late afternoon when I got home. Going to the woods was supposed to be my attempt to fill my day with something to do.
The idea of giving someone time and space to think and figure things out meant you weren’t in their face every minute trying to get an answer. An answer I wanted badly.
I went straight up to my room when I got home but stopped at the door when I sensed someone was inside.
I would pity the fucker who thought he could break into my house. I really would. Fans had been known to do all kinds of crazy shit, like steal players’ underwear and crap like that. It hadn’t happened to me in my house before, but I did have a fan steal my jockstrap and sell it on eBay for two grand. Then she went to the press with the story and got paid for that too.
Since I wasn’t about pussyfooting around in my own house, and definitely not when I was pissed and in this state of angst over Abby, I pushed the door in.
I pushed the door right in. When it flung open, my gaze landed on Giselle in my bed. I growled.
She’d sat up with the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts, but it was clear she was naked under there.
She smiled when she saw me.
“What the fuck is this?” I barked.
I now believed wholeheartedly that the universe was out to get me. Had to be that because fuck, fucking fuck, what the hell was this?
Her smile widened. “Me, silly. I was wondering if you’d left the country. Didn’t seem like you were ever coming home.”
“How’d you get inside my house, Giselle?” I swore this could be classified as insane. No normal person would do this.
“Spare key. You always keep it behind the porchlights.”
