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And now the nerves of what that means settle in.
I’m about to meet the man who I thought I lost after all these years.
SkatrGirlPen: How about seven, after work?
I’ll want to go home after work and freshen up before we meet.
SkatrGirlPen: Will you be carrying something? How will I know it’s you?
The rink could be busy that day and I don’t want to drive myself crazy by thinking every guy inside could be him. I want to know the minute I see him that it’s Win.
WinTheDay067: How about pink peonies?
My heart flutters at how he remembers my favorite flower.
SkatrGirlPen: That’s perfect.
WinTheDay067: I’ll see you then.
This is right.
Being with Win is right.
I don’t know why I ever questioned it.
And once we meet, my confusing feelings for Slade will fade away because I’ll finally be with the right one.
Chapter Twenty
Slade
I got the message from Penelope yesterday that Win has run out of time, which has me unsure about my chances with her when I show up as Slade instead, but I know they aren't good.
With our meeting set for tomorrow, I know that today is my last day to make her fall for me if I want a chance for forgiveness when she sees that I’ve basically catfished her into a relationship with me.
I walk into the gym around our usual six am practice time to find Penelope already standing by the speaker with her head down, scrolling through her phone.
“Morning,” I say, pushing through the door of the gym.
She looks over her shoulder at me but looks more or less uninterested in my company.
Where is this coming from?
“Are you ready for another morning of practice? I think we should focus on the first lift,” she says.
“Sure am. Let’s nail this thing.”
I walk over to the corner of the gym where I usually set my things and drop my duffel bag against the wall. Then I turn back around and walk closer to where we usually start our practice.
New music streams through the speakers. She must have picked a random playlist since we’re just working on this one lift.
“Let’s just stick with you tossing me up and catching me. If we can get that, then we’ll add the spin. Sound good?” she asks.
Her eyes barely make eye contact with mine and then she turns, giving me her back for the lift.
I get into position with my hands on her hips, hating the idea that this might be the last time I touch her. Her hands come up to her hips and cover mine.
“I’ll count off,” she instructs.
