Chapter 21

After hours of his phone blowing up, Carter finally turned it off. He didn’t need to explain himself to anyone. He didn’t care that his manager was pissed at him or that his now former coach thought he was a complete idiot. This was a press conference to talk about your career, not your fucking love life! he’d bellowed in Carter’s face.

Carter didn’t give a shit. He’d never felt freer than when he’d uttered those words on live television. He hadn’t even done it so that Lucy herself would hear them, although a part of him hoped she would. At the very least, he needed to find her and tell her how he felt, even if he took him saying the words until he was blue in the face. He had more than enough time now.

It was close to one a.m. when Carter heard a pounding on his front door. Frowning, he wondered if Anthony had come to berate him a second time. Carter threw open the door with angry words on his tongue that promptly died out when he saw it wasn’t Anthony.

It was Lucy, wearing a red d