Lying to Cade wasn’t my worst idea this week… but it was close.
If I was going to pull it off, today was the only window I had.
Training camp went full throttle tomorrow. Today? Just a light shootaround, a little film review, and some sponsor calls, nothing he couldn’t handle without me breathing down his neck.
So I dressed for the part. Oversized sweater, baggy jeans, hair in a lazy bun. The kind of outfit that said Please don’t talk to me, I’m one bad question away from tears.
When I stepped inside his place, Cade glanced up from a protein shake. His eyes flicked over me, head tilting.
“You look…” He searched for the word. “…like you’ve already given up on life.”
“Medical condition,” I said, waving him off. “You won’t survive it.”
A flicker crossed his face, something softer than
