Chapter Twenty-Five
Liam
I drained the bottle of water Tim handed me and set it down on the floor before glancing to him. “Well?” I asked.
Tim stood with a hand on one hip, his breath coming in steady heaves as mine was. We’d just finished a forty-five minute run on the treadmill with Tim putting me through a grueling interval workout with simulated hills and abrupt jolts to force me to brace my knee. Despite the fact all of it happened on a machine, it felt damn close to what I’d be doing in active play. Tim nodded slowly. “You’re looking good. I have to say, I’m pretty tempted to clear you a week sooner, but I don’t think Coach Hoffman will go for it.”
I grinned, a massive sense of relief following immediately. “You don’t say? Well, I’ll b****y fight ol’ Bernie on this.”
Tim returne
