“She’s worth the risk.”
Coach’s voice dropped. “Is she?”
The question hung there, heavy and suffocating.
I turned to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Caleb,” he said gently. “Three years ago, when she was free to choose, did she choose you?”
My chest tightened. “That’s not fair.”
He stepped closer. “When she was single, no crisis, no pressure, she chose someone else.”
I swallowed, hard.
“I’m not trying to be cruel,” he went on. “But now, her life is falling apart, her marriage is collapsing, her company’s unstable. And suddenly she’s turning toward you.”
“It’s not like that,” I argued, but even to my own ears, it sounded weak.
“Isn’t it?” Rebecca asked quietly.
I looked at her. She held my gaze.
“Her marriage blows up, she’s losing control of her company. She’s vulnerabl
