bail.”
“Don’t you dare fucking apologize. You’ve been through more in a month than most people can withstand in a decade.”
I nod my head at him and continue on to board the plane. Most guys nod as I make my way down the aisle to the back. A few put out their fist and I give them the obligatory bump. I’m not in the mood to chat with anyone, and although I typically sit in the front in case Coach needs to review anything, I head to the back today.
Unfortunately I see him about halfway down the aisle. He looks away as soon as he knows I’ve seen him. This is the shit that really pisses me off. He’s not even man enough to stand up for himself and my girl. He cowers in the corner, and it makes me think that he doesn’t really want her.
When I sit, I barely resist the urge to punch the back of the seat in front of me. The last thing I need is to injure my throwing hand. If I have to pitch, at least my arm can be physically ready to go even if my head isn’t fully in the game. I pull out my phone, go to my music and plug in my earphones. I’m sure Coach will want me to sit with him for a while to catch up, but right now I just want to put on music and try to get some sleep.
Coach designated me captain of the team five seasons ago. It’s unofficial as far as being recognized by the league, but I take my responsibility to heart. The guys all look to me for leadership and direction. We’ve been in the playoffs three of the last four seasons since I’ve been in the position.
We’re on track to make it again this year, and we should go all the way. No one is tougher than us, and it’s my job to make sure we win. Even though I wasn’t on the schedule to pitch the last couple of days, not being in the dugout for two of the games was almost impossible for me to bear. Especially because I had to miss two additional games a month ago.
I know helping my family is number one, but this team is my family too and they need me here. Even though I’ve had the worst year of my life personally, I can’t let that get in the way of my responsibility to these guys. I’m all in for the rest of the season and need to put my personal shit to the side.
I buckle my seatbelt and lean my head back against the headrest. I let the pounding of the music distract my mind from everything else, and my lids drift shut.
Chapter 6
Ashley
T he last month has been awful. As if walking in on Charlie and Amber hadn’t been bad enough, everything has continued to go down hill since then. The only peaceful moment I’ve had was with Cam. He did such an excellent job filling in for Quinn that I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I really hadn’t needed her that evening. She’s been great the last few weeks, though, since she got back.
Of course she broke up with Francis the day after she got home. I would love to say it surprised me, but it didn’t. She can’t commit to a man. At least I don’t have to worry about needing to console her after each break-up because she’s never with them long enough to get attached. Although she claims they can’t keep her attention, I know part of it is because she doesn’t want to get hurt. Plus she works almost as much as I do, and that can be a hindrance in any relationship.
Immediately following the death of my father, I was named president and CEO of Hughes & Donnelly Advertising. My dad started the company fresh out of college, and it’s grown to become one of the top advertising and public relations firms in the country. My dad worked hard early on, gaining traction faster than any other company. I have worked here since high school, so even though I’m young I’ve been in the business for fifteen years.
I did attend college but continued to work part-time for the firm even while I was at Stanford. That’s where I met Quinn. She was in a similar position although the difference is that her family is fairly normal and they love her. She works with her dad at his law firm and
Patria L. Dunn (Patria Dunn-Rowe)