CHAPTER SEVENTEENTyler sat in front of his locker watching the guys leave the locker room. He showered and was half dressed, but not much else. Ever since last night he had been in a funk. The fact that he’d rejected that girl. And then Paige, throwing beer on him. Why had she reacted like that?
“You look like you need to talk.” Kris sat down beside him on the bench.
“No, I’m okay. You have a wife and son waiting for you at home. Don’t let me keep you from them.”
Kris had the perfect life, and he envied that. He had the total package—a great career, a kind and beautiful wife and an awesome kid. It was everything a guy could ask for, and nothing Tyler ever expected he would have.
“I’m in no hurry today. They’re out shopping. So what’s got you in a daze? You were extra quiet at practice
