Chapter 9

By the end of practice, Rob’s shoulder is sore and a dull ache has settled into his elbow like arthritis. He heads home almost gratefully, exhausted and tired. A couple pain pills, an ice pack for the elbow, a heating pad for the shoulder, and he falls asleep in front of the television watching reruns of The A-Teamon cable.

Somewhere on the Monday side of midnight, he remembers Mike’s phone number tucked into the front pocket of the shorts he wore the night before. I’ll call him later,he thinks. The guy will be here for a week, won’t he? They’ll have plenty of time to hook up again, right?

Right?

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