Chapter 9
Monday morning, after his initial meetings, he checked his phone before getting ready to work out.
“Wanna have lunch together today?” Claire asked.
He groaned and tucked his phone into his locker. He went to work out, hoping she would let it go and not send him any more messages. After lunch, he responded. “Oh, sorry. Couldn’t. Had a team thing.”
She answered, “No problem.”
He held his breath waiting, but when she didn’t text again asking him to do lunch later that week or dinner or something, relief washed over him. At least it was easier to play up the training factor during the week—can’t go out on training night, need to get a full night’s sleep. She was probably in a similar position.
Not until after the last practice did he have a chance to really talk to Hayden and A
