The truth is, I’m not okay. Not even close.
Locking my door, I head back into my apartment to tidy up and send the message I’ve been putting off.
But as I step into the kitchen, my cell vibrates across the counter, and the message I’ve been both hoping for and dreading is there.
55: One new message.
My heart is in my throat as I stare at the screen, praying this isn’t going to be as bad as I fear.
Eventually, I manage to convince myself to swipe and discover the truth.
55: This has been fun, but I think this is also where it needs to stop.
59
KODIE
The number of times I typed and deleted different versions of that same message was a joke.
But I couldn’t help it.
I’m freaking out.
When Sutton told me about her new coach, I didn’t give it a another thought. I certainly didn’t consider for one second that it could have been Casey.
I mean, why would it have been?
As far as I know, she’s never done anything like that before or even been interested in it.
A bitter laugh spills from my lips.
How the fuck would I even know?
I don’t know Casey.
We might have spent hours talking over the past two weeks, but our conversations have been a little one-tracked. We haven’t really talked about our hopes and dreams for the future. We haven’t talked about our fears or our insecurities. We’ve talked about—and had—a lot of sex.And we talked about hockey. Lots of hockey.
I mean, I’m not complaining. It’s been fucking epic.
But walking into the arena and finding her coaching Sutton and the girls tonight proved to me how little I know the woman slowly taking over my life.
Since Sutton told me about her new coach, she’s only had good things to say. It only occurs to me now that she never told me her name.
But why? It’s not like Sutton to leave details out.
The message is read almost instantly, but it takes at least a minute for the dots to bounce. My heart lurches into my throat.
I didn’t send that message to invite a reply. In fact, I settled on it in the hope she’d decide against replying.
I’m doing the right thing by cutting this off before we get in any deeper.
She’s the daughter of my coach.
She’s the coach of my daughter.
Fuck me, this is beyond complicated.
It’s better to end it now.
