The Playbook for Heartbreak
Terry’s eyes darkened, his breath catching as he looked down at her face, his large hand hovering over her arm, wanting to pull her closer but bound by the phantom rules they had written.
There was zero romance in their contract, yet in the quiet vulnerability of the night, Eve realized the margin of error in her perfect playbook had just dropped to zero.
"There's a portable ice-compression sleeve in my analytics kit," Eve said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she forced herself to break the contact and stand up. "I'll go get it. We're going to get you through tomorrow's game, Captain. Together."
Terry looked up at her, a slow, deeply grateful smile breaking through his exhaustion. "Okay,