Chapter 15
Once practice ended for the day, Brooklyn thought she had a solid idea of what she would say to him. Lots of stern warnings. She’d get the police involved if she had to. Restraining order, harassment charges—whatever she had to do.
She changed her clothes, her heart already pumping at the pending confrontation. With her adrenaline fueling her, she said goodnight to her ladies, made sure Claire and Annabelle were okay, then stormed over to the men’s side of the training facilities.
She didn’t stop to ask permission or see who was around. She went straight through the doors, pushing them open like she owned the place, like she belonged there, though she was forbidden from entering.
In the first row of lockers, there was just one man. It wasn’t Dustin. He looked at her with a s
