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Last time I did it, he woke Rimmel, and she’d come bursting into the room without her glasses, no pants, and wild hair, thinking there was some emergency.
    It’d been funny as hell.
    However, she didn’t think so.
    So now I left the door open slightly so Murphy could satisfy his curiosity by looking in here and then disappearing.
    I started out with some light calisthenics and then pushed some earbuds into my ears and pulled up a running mix on my phone. The off-season was time for players to let their bodies heal from the constant abuse they were put through during football season. We were told not to train too hard or too long, that our bodies needed time to recover just like our minds.
    I still worked out almost every day. I wasn’t about to lose any of the conditioning I’d worked on for the past several years. My arm was back full strength, and I’d finished up the season really strong. So strong that I had another three-year contract already signed.
    And damn, the money was fucking sweet.
    If I’d thought one million had been a lot for my first season… well, the number I was getting now made that literally look like change one found in the couch cushions.
    I knew Rim didn’t care, but I sure as hell liked knowing I could take of her the way I wanted to.
    Dad lined up a meeting with an accountant and financial advisor, and we were meeting with him next week so I could set up some accounts and shit to make sure I had everything in place the way it needed to be. Dad was also drafting up a will for me to make sure everything went into Rim’s name if anything ever happened to me.
    I didn’t like thinking like an adult. It seemed like a foreign concept. I’d rather goof off with B and play ball. But I was an adult now. It wasn’t just age that made me one either. It was experience. Everything we’d been through.
    I had a wife to think about.
    No, technically, Rimmel and I weren’t married yet, but the second I put that ring on her finger, she became my wife to me. It wasn’t a feeling I planned on fighting. She was it. My heart knew it. That’s all that mattered.
    The amount of money coming at me was insane. I needed some help on how to handle it all. Sure, my family had always been well off. I’d never wanted for anything, but even my parents didn’t have the kind of money I did now.
    I wasn’t about to blow it all on stupid shit. If we were smart, we could live on what I was making for the rest of our lives. Thinking about the future was something I’d been doing a lot of lately. I had everything I wanted right now. It was all pretty fucking perfect.
    I knew how easily that could change.
    It hadn’t been an easy road to get to this point, and as basically the head of this family, it was my responsibility to make sure if shit went south, we’d all be taken care of.
    But for right now, everything was good.
    The stuff that mattered anyway. Sure, there might be some drama brewing with the Knights. Nothing I couldn’t handle. I wasn’t about to participate in it, but I’d keep an eye on it.
    Just another reason to maybe put a little pressure on Gamble to sign B already. It was in the works; we had a meeting with Dad later today.
    We = me + B.
    It’d be nice to have my best friend on the field with me again. And even better to have someone I trusted completely to watch my back.
    Not that I felt threatened.
    Yet.
    If the past had taught me anything, though, it was just because something didn’t appear threatening at first, it didn’t mean it wasn’t.
    Cough, cough , *Zach* cough, cough.
    I bumped up the speed on the treadmill a bit to go harder, pushed the thoughts out of my head, and focused on the run. When that was done, I hit the weights until the back of my neck prickled with awareness and I knew I wasn’t alone.
    She was turning away to scurry off when I caught her out of the corner of my eye. I went on alert immediately because I knew if she was hovering this early in the door where only I