Chapter Thirty-Two
ROWAN
“Dude, you look f*****g miserable,” Remy commented as I walked into the locker room at the station.
I sank onto the bench in front of the lockers. I’d just finished a punishing workout. “I am,” I replied with a shrug.
“What gives?” he asked, sitting down across from me.
“I think I f****d up.”
“This about Mae?”
I nodded.
“What the hell happened? I thought things were good with y’all.”
I took a deep breath, snagging the towel I'd set on the bench beside me and dragging it over my sweaty face.
“Mae wants some time. She's mad at me because—” I paused abruptly, realizing I couldn't even explain the whole situation to Remy. I forged ahead. “I got overprotective, and she didn’t appreciate it.”
Remy studied me quietly. “I understand that.”
“What do you mean?”
