He shrugs. “Then look at Danny and Alexis. Look at Rush and Anna. They’re managing to make it work, and there are plenty of other examples. If it’s important enough, you both put in the effort to make it work. That’s what real, adult relationshipsare, Arch. Which is why I need to get home. Gabby made chili, and my goal is to get home before she’s ready to put it on the table so I can help.”
“That’s disgusting.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Some might call it romantic.”
“Not me.”
He laughs. “Well, figure out what it means to you, then, and get your shit together before our ninth upcoming game so we get you and your focus back.”
He heads out, and I close my front door.
I guess I have some shit to figure out.
CHAPTER 43: Millie Monroe
A New Reality
As I wander through my quiet apartment by myself, I can’t help but wonder if Diedrick would still accept my signature on the paperwork.
It’s a ridiculous notion since I don’t want the position anymore, but anything has got to be better than sulking around here.
I pull up his number and very nearly dial it, but I can’t make myself press it.
What would I even say?
Hey old pal, I changed my mind.
Except I haven’t. If I accepted it at this point, it would only be because I’m miserable and need to change things up, to get out of this situation, to figure out some way to smile again.
It feels like the only way I could possibly ever smile again is in Archer’s arms.
We weregoodtogether. So good. We deserve a shot at this in the real world.
But I guess this is my new reality.
I get that he’s mad. But if I can just find some way to get in touch with him, if he would just give me five minutes, I feel like I could explain everything.
It was the wrong thing to do, and I want to tell him how once I checked out of the resort, I took the video down.
I already know he doesn’t have social media, so I skip trying to track him down. I think about messaging one of his teammates, but I highly doubt Danny Brewer would even find my message since surely he gets a million a day from fans of his wife. I doubt Cooper Noah would bother with messages in hisrequestsfolder.
I pull open Instagram and searchFord Bradley. He’s the only one whomightrecognize my name.
His feed is curated, though. It doesn’t look like he’s the one actively posting. I search for his other siblings, too, but I doubt any of them know my name or would give me the time of day. I’d just look like another crazy fan. And besides that, he’s not really all that close with any of his siblings, so it just feels like another dead end.
I pull up the Vegas Heat’s website. Maybe there’s someone there I can email?
But how would that even go?Hello, my name is Millie ,and I met one of your players on vacation and now I want to apologize.
Yeah, no.
Another dead end.
I’m still staring at my phone screen trying to figure out what to do when a text comes in from Jackie.
Jackie:How’s your finger?
Instead of texting her back, I call her.
