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Letting out a long breath, I walk back to the swing and drop into the plush pillows, needing a little peace and quiet after everything that had happened today.
But the quiet doesn’t last long because my phone chimes with a text message.
Sighing, I grab it and unlock the phone.
I do a double-take, my heart racing inside my chest as I read the three words written on the screen.
Miguel:
I miss you.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
MIGUEL
“Yeah?” I pant as I answer my phone, my feet still pounding in a steady rhythm against the treadmill.
Now that the season is back in session, I’ve been spending more and more time in the team facilities. There were training sessions, tape watching and game prep, practices, and doctor appointments, plus they were feeding me. Besides, it’s not like I had anywhere else to go.
She didn’t answer my message.
After my conversation with Walker, I couldn’t get his words out of my head. They were rolling on repeat until I finally caved and texted her.
Only she never answered me back.
She was pretty clear about not wanting to have anything to do with you once you were gone.
“Seriously, Fernandez?” Emmett asks, the irritation clear in his tone. “Leaving without saying a fucking goodbye?”
“I was kind of in a rush.”
“In a rush to run the fuck away from Bluebonnet, you mean?”
“In a rush to get back to Austin so I could be here for summercamp, you asshole.”
In a rush to get the hell away from Rebecca, more likely,the little voice in my head taunts me, but I push it back.
“Still, you couldn’t even stop to say goodbye?”
Promise me,Rebecca’s voice echoes in my mind, the image of her in my arms that last night etched into my mind.No goodbyes.
“No.” My voice comes out rough, so I clear my throat. “I was already late as it was. I completely spaced out about the dates, and not making camp isn’t an option.”
“Mhmm… So this is just about the summer camp?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Yes, Santiago. Honestly, don’t you have anything better to do than to hassle me with this? I’ve got work to do.”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Fernandez. I was just worried about you. Okay, and a little bit pissed.”
“Yeah, well, you can take it up with my coach.”
Something bangs loudly in the background.
“How did the camp go?”
Shitty.
Not that I can admit that.
