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wasn’t entirely sure why he was at her place today. “I didn’t tell you I was coming because I didn’t think it mattered.”
     
    “It does matter if Caroline was home. It does matter if you were followed.” It also mattered to her.
     
    “I know. Let’s just drop it, okay? You said you wanted to talk to me about something, so let’s just move on to that.” Micah hadn’t once glanced up at Alice. Instead, he waited for her to slam him with something, to make his day even worse than it already was.
     
    “I talked to my boss today.” Micah’s heart sank, as she continued. “He gave me some vacation days and changed my schedule back to afternoons. Since I’m no longer welcome at your practices, I guess that will work out.”
     
    “Yeah…” Micah waited for her to continue.
     
    “Yeah what ? I thought you would be thrilled. It will be no more sneaking out at four in the morning to get to my morning shift. No more working seven days in a row if I don’t want to. I can take time off and travel with you to your tournaments if you want. Why is this not a big deal to you? If you’re worried I cannot be at your local matches, I get off of work at seven now, which should give me enough time. ”
     
    Micah kept quiet, unsure of where to go with this. It was happy news, but it was also completely unexpected. “Yeah, it is great. I’m glad to hear it.”
     
    “When is your next match, this Saturday? I want to make sure I have it in my calendar.” She sat down next to Micah on the couch, as she grabbed her phone and opened up the schedule.
     
    “Saturday,” he stammered. “Yeah. The Breakthrough Invitational. Saturday’s the—uh—the prelims—” Before he could continue, Dean’s words came back to him, haunting him once more. In order to continue fighting his way to the top, he had to be in the best form. Could he risk her being there? His performances since dating her had been so uneven. One minute she was his inspiration, the only thing keeping him alive. But those were easy matches with slim targets. He probably would have won those outright with or without her around.
     
    But the Invitational was something else. It would be huge with promoters and sponsors begging to bring those to the next level. Dean’s “quarter mill” comment played like a broken record. What would happen to that money if he moved up? What could he do for himself, his family, even Alice if he had that kind of cash sitting around?
     
    “Micah, I asked you what time your fight was at.” Alice was growing impatient. It was late, and she really had no energy to be ignored.
     
    Micah returned his focus with new determination. “I don’t want you there. Can you sit this one out?”
     
    “What?” Alice was stunned. First, he was telling her to stay away from the gym, and now there was this? She wasn’t sure what this all meant. “What are you asking me?”
     
    “I’m asking you to stay home. I can’t have you distract me.”
     
    “A distraction ?” Her voice raised, insulted. He had never once referred to her presence as being an issue. Now, she couldn’t help but feel like he was putting his past losses and failures all on her.
     
    “Okay, hang on. That’s—that’s not what I—look, Alice, I have to think about my career. And when you’re around, it’s like, my focus goes… elsewhere.”
     
    “Gotcha,” she said huffily. “So it’s my fault you suck lately.”
     
    Micah moved closer to her in an attempt to calm her, but she scooted away. She didn’t want anything to do with him, let alone let him get any closer to her. “Alice,” he whispered tenderly, “it’s just one match. Let’s just see how I do without you there.”
     
    “One match?” she said bitterly. Micah nodded his head in a reply. “Fine. I’ll stay home. I’ll watch it on TV like everyone else. But don’t you fucking dare blame me if you lose. Whatever happens is all on you.”
     
    Micah could feel that he had