The Billionaire Takes a Bride (Billionaires and Bridesmaids,(11)
Chapter Five
“A safety date is genius, baby girl,” Pisa said as they skated through Central Park the next day. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me, too,” Chelsea admitted. “I didn’t freak out once at the entire dinner party. Maybe it was because there were so many people around who I knew from my college days that it didn’t bother me. I even spent a few minutes alone with Sebastian and didn’t lose my cool. It’s like my brain has categorized him as safe.”
“That’s great! You’ve totally got this, Chesty,” Pisa gushed. She sped up, then hopped over a particularly bad crack in the pavement. Chelsea did the same, then skated up to her friend’s side again. Pisa grabbed her by the elbow pad and steered her around an old couple, and then they raced past a few particularly slow people.
Derby practice was twice a week for the league, which consisted of drills and scrimmages and training the fresh meat. On Friday nights, she had Rag Queens team practice. But like most women who lived and breathed derby, there were never enough hours on skates, and she and Pisa had taken to skating through Central Park on a daily basis to get exercise. It was Pisa’s lunch hour, which meant the park was full of people walking their dogs and suits taking their lunchtime strolls in addition to the usual park crew.
Pisa started skating backward and eyed Chelsea. “So, can we talk?”
“Of course. What’s up?”
“I got the promotion. Double pay plus incentives.” Pisa wiggled her eyebrows and lifted her forearm for a congratulatory bump.
Chelsea squealed and grabbed Pisa around the waist, knocking them both into the grass. They went tumbling, a tangle of skates, yoga pants, and laughing hugs. Chelsea wiggled against her friend, stoked. “Oh, my god! Congrats! That’s so awesome.”
Pisa giggled and thumped Chelsea on the back. “I know! I’ve been waiting for this opportunity forever!”
“They’d be dummies to pass up a financial analyst as badass as you,” Chelsea said proudly. “So this means . . .”
“Yep,” Pisa said, and the worried look came back to her face. She propped up her elbow in the grass and plucked at a few blades. “Austin. Permanent relocation. I mean, the good thing is that it’s a derby town. The bad thing is . . .”
That she’d be leaving Chelsea. And Chelsea had a hard time with being alone. She squished down the panicky feelings and gave Pisa another squeeze. “Don’t be a tool, Pisa. This is the opportunity you wanted. Of course you’re moving to Austin!”
“You sure?”
Chelsea snorted. “What, you gonna stay here because your roomie can’t handle shit? I’ll get another roommate. Cherry said she was looking for a place.”
“Cherry doesn’t work. How you gonna pay for a two bedroom NoHo walk-up on your soap sales?”
Chelsea waved a hand. “I’ll figure something out. Don’t you worry about me. Seriously. Let’s talk about you and Austin! When do you go?”
“Next week?”
So soon? She swallowed her fear and thumped Pisa’s helmet. “I’m so stoked for you!”
Pisa gave her a tiny smile. “Maybe I’ll try that banked track stuff, too. It’s big in Austin. I’ll play both leagues for a bit or something. I don’t know. You sure you’re cool?”
“Of course. I’d never hold you back.” Chelsea squeezed Pisa’s sports-gloved hand. “You’ve been there for me every step of the way for the last three years. You’re the one who picked me out of the crowd at tryouts and told me to get my bitch-ass into a pair of skates. I adore you and want the best for you. I’ve leaned on you for a while, and it’s time for me to make it on my own.”
Pisa’s eyes glimmered with tears. “I was so afraid of telling you. I know this can’t be easy.”
Chelsea squeezed her in an elbow-padded hug. “I don’t care if it’s easy or not. It’s what you have to do.”
After a bit more hugging, they dusted the grass off of their gear and resumed their breakneck skate around the park. Chelsea kept the beaming smile on her face, but inwardly, she was torn. Pisa was her rock, the person she could count on at all times to be there for her. She couldn’t keep her from such an awesome promotion, not when it would mean so much money and success for her.
But . . . what would it mean for Chelsea? She’d just have to suck it up and cope. Somehow. But New York was going to be a lot less fun without Pisa around.
*
“Top rope or lead climb today?” Sebastian asked Hunter. He adjusted his climbing harness and double checked it one more time before he glanced over at his buddy.
“Top rope,” Hunter said, then glanced around uneasily. “Gym seem awful busy to you today?”
Sebastian grunted. It did, but he thought he was just paranoid. “Maybe we picked a bad time to get our climb on. You wanna reschedule?”
“Nah,” Hunter said, chalking his hands. “Need to get some aggressions out.”
“Oh?” Sebastian clipped in and then squinted up at the wall. They’d rented the area for the hour, but Hunter was right—their private gym of choice seemed to be rather busy today for no reason at all. Maybe he needed to see about building his own personal rock climbing wall. Seemed kinda silly when there was a perfectly good one here downtown, though. “Work stuff or something else?”