Chapter 25
As winter eased its icy grip, Quinn felt an unexpected lightening of his spirit, which responded to Tam’s promptings. The pair rose while it was still dark and went for their run in Battery Park, then headed to the Juniper Tree Café for oatmeal, Greek yogurt parfaits and latte. After breakfast it was time for their gym workout, which they did back at Quinn’s place, using equipment Tam had ordered and set up. Quinn figured if Tam ever lost his quarterback job—yeah, fat chance, he was “F***ing Tam Tarquin,” after all—he could be a trainer. Or drill sergeant.
“Come on, one more set,” he’d say.
“No, no more.”
“Okay, then, just half a set.”
Part of what made Tam great was that he knew when to push and when to back off. But he did push.
“Do you want to lose your starting job to
