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ker room door

myself for the storm, my fingers grip

g it's my agent coming to tally up the mil

A calm, unfamili

crisp white shirt. Her dark hair is pulled back into a flawless, no-nonsense bun, and she carries a sleek digital tablet under her arm. H

eliberately use my size to crowd her space, stepping off the wooden bench until the clean,

She doesn't take a s

"I'm Dr. Maya Bennett. I'm the new head of sports psychology for Westbridge United." I let ou

oward me. A video loop plays the exact moment my fist collided with Julian Vance's jaw."You don't need a public re

in my throat. I step even closer, invading her personal space until she has to tilt her chin up to look into my eyes. "You don't know anythin

narrow, seeing straight through my anger to the hollow, terrifying fear underneath. "Maybe I don't exactly know what you are, Ethan," she sa

room, his face pale and his forehead slick with sweat. His phone is clutched so tightly in his hand that his knuckles have turned white. "Ethan!" he gasps. "Tha

in a relationship."

I bark out a disbelieving la

ting frantically between the psychologist and me. "With Dr

ave already signed the agreement." For a mom

says, lowering her gaze and nervous

Tell him I'd rather take the suspension. I am not parading around London with a shrink to

ey are activating the morality clause. They'll bench you for the rest of the season."Marcus says, stepping closer. "They'll take th

devoid of oxygen. Julian. Wearing my shirt, leading my team, and replacing me. The agg

es are calculating my every micro-expression. But I notice her knuckles are completely white where she grips her tablet. "I am tr

aking my voice ice-cold. "Let's get one thing straight, Doctor. This is strictly professional. I don't want you thinking you have

cking smile touches her lips, c

othly, her voice cutting like glass. "You are completely safe fr