Chapter 42Coach strong rushed the team through the post-event comments to reporters, only letting his men answer questions he felt worthy, which didn’t include any about sexuality and alleged s*x videos. Finally, it was time for celebration at Club Gold.
“Excusez moi.”
Ben smiled. “No prob.” Except the French dude seemed kind of handsy, and there was a definite crinkle of paper. When Ben checked his pocket, where the handsy hands had touched, “Ooh, la, la,” he discovered a note. Sneaky Francois, according to the signature at the bottom of it, had offered up his digits.
Ben had put forth the best bar routine of his career. He felt good about it. He felt good—and so did the rest of the team—about their silver medal. Huang Yu’s vault score, even with a deduction, had still kept the Chinese
