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“My dad hates my car,” I said, numb with surprise.
“Good man. Now, I know you’ll need some time to think. To look over the new contract. I’ll have the changes made to this one and email it to you as soon as possible.”
Two contracts in one day? Five months ago I didn’t have a job, and now I had two?
“Does the team know you’re offering me this job?”
“No, Coach. I didn’t want to get their hopes up.”
That was the nicest thing he’d ever said to me. That anyone had ever said to me.
I couldn’t feel my legs when I stood and made my way out of his office. Like a zombie, I closed the door behind me and made my way back to my office. I didn’t want to think about cleaning the drawers out. I didn’t really want to think about anything negative at all.
So, I took myself down to the cafeteria for a celebratory grilled cheese.
That contract…more money? They would pay for my apartment and my car? How could I say no to that?
This was everything I could have wished for.
There was just one big problem.
A six-foot two man with Dimples Grande who wanted me gone.
Was I really going to give up something so good for me, for him? What a terrible compromise – I gave up a great job and got my heart broken and he…what?
What exactly were the consequences for Dillon? He got to go back to playing in top form because I wasn’t around to distract him?
My phone binged and I saw I had an email from McKay. The new contract.
Well, I thought, the first thing I had to do was see if this deal was as good as it seemed. I forwarded the email to my father.
Check this one out for me too, please? Let me know if it’s as good as it seems? Or if there’s something I’m not seeing.
What was I going to do? More importantly, what did I really want?
I was going to need more than a grilled cheese.
This kind of decision making required chocolate cake.
22
Bank Trust Arena
Thursday
Liv
Iwatched the team take the ice at the arena. The echoes in the place enormous compared to the much smaller practice facility. I tried to imagine what it would sound like filled with fans chanting Dillon’s name. How he might pull their energy into himself.
It’s what I used to do when I skated. Just reach out and take the crowds thrilling excitement and let it fuel me.
God, it had been such a high to perform. To skate in front of a cheering arena.
That life was over for me, but Dillon still had it. Still craved it.
It was for all of this, that he was willing to turn his back on us.
I needed to talk to him.I still hadn’t made a decision.
