INICIAR SESIÓNAndre's POV The celebration ran until past ten. Tanner had found somewhere that would take a group of fourteen rugby players on a Wednesday night and we had taken over the back section and stayed there for hours. The win settled into the group slowly the way good results did, not loud all at once but building through the evening, getting warmer and looser as the night went on. I stayed longer than I planned to. I needed it. The whole team needed it. I got home just before eleven. The lights in the living room were off. Rose’s door was closed and the thin strip of light underneath it was gone, which meant she was already asleep or had her lamp on the low setting she used when she was reading. I knocked once, soft. “I’m fine,” she said from inside. Flat and immediate. “You eat?” A pause. “Lexie got Thai.” “Good.” “Andre.” “Yeah.” “You won. Go to bed.” I almost smiled. I went to my room and dropped my bag and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment in the quiet of the apartme
Richard's POVThe whistle came from somewhere far away.The crowd noise returned in pieces, like a radio finding its signal. My teammates were moving around me, some celebrating the performance, some already heading toward the touchline, and I was standing in the middle of the pitch with the result sitting in my chest and my legs still going and the game already over.The commentator's voice bled through the stadium speakers.Both programs heading to Wood Work. The rivalry between O'Reilly and Williams more heated than ever. One point separating them today.One point.I stood there and let it wash over me and did not move.Marcus got to me first."Hey." He grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward him. "Look at me. One point. You hear me? One point.""I hear you," I said."That's nothing. That's a rounding error. We played well today, Richard. The whole team played well.""I know.""Do you?" He looked at me hard. "Because you're standing here like someone died."I said nothing."We're
Andre's POVTWO DAYS LATERRose was already in the corridor when I came out of the changing room.She was standing beside Lexie with her coat on and her earplugs in her hand, ready, like she had been here longer than either of us and was simply waiting for the rest of the situation to catch up.I stopped. "You need anything? Water, food, somewhere to sit before—""No," she said."Rose. The bleachers are going to be loud today. This is a qualifying match, the crowd is going to be—""I have earplugs," she said. She held them up, the same way she had held them up the first time, like the gesture explained everything and further conversation was unnecessary."Is Richard playing today?" she said.I looked at her. "Yes. He's on the Wolves roster.""Good." She nodded once. "I want to thank him.""Rose, this is a qualifying match. You're not going to be able to get near the pitch before or after—""I want to thank him," she said again. Same tone. Same finality.I looked at Lexie.Lexie looked
Richard's POVWednesday practice was supposed to run until six.I was in the middle of a contact drill when my phone buzzed in my shorts pocket. I ignored it. It buzzed again. Marcus glanced at me from across the line and I shook my head and reset my stance and we went again.When Briggs blew the whistle for water I pulled the phone out.Sofia."Ooooh," Marcus said immediately from two feet away. He had eyes like a hawk when it came to other people's business. "Is that her?""Mind the drill," I said."It's a water break." He leaned over. "Call her back. She's been—"I stepped away from the group and picked up."Hey," she said. Her voice was warm the way it always was, like she had been looking forward to this call specifically. "Are you training?""Just a break," I said. "What's up?""I have a surprise for you.""I don't like surprises.""You'll like this one." A pause. "I'm sending you an address. Come tonight. I'll be there at eight."I looked back at the group. Marcus was watching
Andre's POVOne week out.That was the number I woke up with and the number I carried through breakfast and the drive to the facility and the tape job and the walk out to the pitch. Win today. Win the next. Then the Wolves in the qualifying round and Wood Work on the other side of it. Seven days and two results standing between me and a week in the national forest that I had been thinking about since the first whistle of the first game this season.I was focused. Sharp. Exactly where I needed to be.Tanner fell into step beside me during warm-up."One week to Wood Work, huh," he said.I kept my eyes on the far end of the pitch. "I know."He made a sound of pure anticipation. "I cannot wait to get my dick wet."I looked at him. "It's Wood Work. There are no girls allowed.""No girls allowed, huh?" He bumped my shoulder, grinning already. "Like you haven't smuggled Lexie in the previous two years.""Tanner—" I grabbed his arm.He kept going, pulling slightly out of my grip. "Honestly at
Andre's POVI pushed back from the table before I had fully decided to.I told myself it was the thank you. That I owed him that much and it had been sitting on me since the benefit and the clean thing to do was say it and be done with it. That was the reason I was crossing a restaurant toward a man I had pinned against a wall forty-eight hours ago.That was the reason.Richard was standing near the exit with his jacket half on, looking out through the glass toward the street. He didn't turn when I came up behind him. I stopped a few feet back."Richard," I said.He turned.His face was neutral in the way it was always neutral, that default flat expression he wore like a second skin, giving nothing back until he decided to. He looked at me and waited."I wanted to say thank you," I said. "For Rose. At the benefit." I kept my voice level. "You didn't have to stay with her and you did and I came in there and made it something it wasn't. So. Thank you."It cost something to say. I could







