Chapter 39: Liam

It's been five days since I ran into Gia and Coach at the club. Even though I've been tempted to reach out, to understand what the hell all this means, I have a pretty good idea. No one has ever accused me of being dense.

With measured movements, I force the weights above my chest before bringing them down again, counting the reps in my head. I try to focus on my lift instead of Gia, but it doesn't work.

Nothing I do evicts her from my brain.

I don't understand what happened. I was under the impression that she was taking a few days to think about our relationship. Guess I didn't realize that meant dating other people in the interim.

"Hey, Garrison," Coach B says as he walks into the weight room. "You keeping up with your regiment?" He doesn't wait for a response. "Hard to believe the draft is right around the corner."

His chipper voice has me swearing a blue streak under my breath.