Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(134)

Holy fuck.

Was that . . . was that the truth?

Was that what she was trying to tell me all along?

A sickening feeling consumes me as I think about the last time I saw her, when she came to my apartment. When she tried to tell me the truth, and I wouldn’t let her. I wouldn’t believe her, and then I yelled at her to get the fuck out of my life.

And then she lost everything.

Her dreams.

Her goals.

She was kicked out of school?

Jesus Christ.

“You okay?” Posey asks.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m not.” I glance up at Posey. “I fucked up, man. I fucked up big time.”





She’s moved on.

Those three words have played over and over in my head all night, keeping me awake.

All I could think about is the look on her face when I told her to leave.

It haunted me last night.

Over and over again to the point that I pulled up her name in my phone, tempted to call her, but then I reminded myself what Ross said.

She’s moved on.

I shouldn’t call her if she’s with someone else.

I don’t want to come back into her life when clearly, she’s been able to let it all go.

Not me, though.

I can’t let this fucking go. It’s eating me alive.

I push through the weight room, feeling the sleepless night heavy on my shoulders. I have no energy to work out, so I’m just going through the motions now.

My eyes are bloodshot, my muscles are exhausted, and my brain fucking hurts.

“Hey,” a voice says as I walk up to the warm-up bikes. I look toward the weight racks where Rivers is about to load up his bar.

“Hey,” I say as I set my water bottle down.

“You look like shit.”

“Feel like it,” I say as I sit on the bike but don’t move.

“Any of this have to deal with what Ross said to you last night?”

“All of it,” I say as I grip my forehead. “Dude, please . . . please just tell me if she’s with someone else.”

He faces me and leans against the rack, arms crossed. “Ross didn’t want me saying anything to you.” He pushes his hand through his hair and says, “But fuck, I can’t have you getting in fights out there again. We just got our groove back.”

“Just fucking tell me,” I say, the pain so evident in my voice.

“I have no idea if she’s with someone else,” Rivers says. “But when Ross said she’d moved on, he meant she actually moved.”

“Moved?” I ask. “To where?”

“Los Angeles.”

“What?” I ask, feeling my fucking heart tumble to the ground. “She moved to Los Angeles?”

Rivers nods. “Yeah, she got a job with The Jock Report as an editor.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “And she’s down there now?”

“She is,” Rivers says. “Ross was really upset about it, hence why he had to talk to you last night. He needed to get it off his chest.”

“I understand that,” I say and hang my head. “I fucked up so hard, Rivers.”

“You did,” he says. “But there’s always a way to make it better.”

“She moved. How can I make that better?”

“Distance doesn’t matter, especially if you love her, and I’m assuming you love her.”

I nod. “Even when I thought she hurt me, I never stopped loving her. Never.”

“Then there’s your answer. She might not live here now, but that shouldn’t stop you. If you want your girl back, then get her back.”





I pace my apartment, trying to get the courage to make a phone call. But I’m chickening out, so scared as to what would happen . . .

Silas: I can’t do this.

Posey: Yes, you can.

Pacey: We went over this. You want her, go get her.

Hornsby: Coming from experience, if you love her, don’t let her go.

Holmes: You won’t feel right until you do.

Silas: I hate that you’re all right.

Posey: So execute the phone call and text us after. I’m frothing at the mouth for an update.

On a deep breath, I dial the number and bring the phone to my ear. Sweat builds up in my palm, and I hold my breath when the phone is answered.

“Hello?”

“JP?” I ask. “It’s Silas Taters.”

“Aah, I’ve been expecting your call. Let me guess, you’re ready to join The Jock Report?”

“Something like that,” I say. “I think I need your help. I’m in LA in two days. Think you can help me win my girl back?”

“I thrive for moments like this. I’m in.”





Chapter Twenty-Eight





OLLIE





Ross: You know, the Agitators are in town if you want to go catch a game.

Ollie: I think you know the answer to that.

Ross: If you want to have dinner with Ian to catch up, I can let him know.

Ollie: You know I love him, but I don’t think I’m ready to see any hockey player.

Ross: He’ll be sad, but I’m sure he’ll understand. Did I tell you that he asked me to move into his place?