The Hardest Fall(65)

When he roughly scrubbed his face with his free hand, I gave the other one that was still holding mine a small squeeze. It was the wrong move, because it drew his attention back to our hands again.

“If he ends up needing the surgery…how long is the recovery time then?”

He met my eyes and I held my breath. Oh God… Jared was right; I loved his smile. I both hated and loved how I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back at him, but the look on his face when he was angry…it made me wish I had my camera with me so I could take a shot of him just like that and freeze time for us, a heartbeat I could carry in my pocket that would forever be mine.

“Five to six months,” Dylan replied, oblivious to my thoughts. “And even after that, no one can know for certain whether he’ll get back to his pre-injury state or not. Doesn’t even matter because he won’t make it to the combine either way.”

For the third time since I’d met him, I couldn’t look away from his eyes, and it wasn’t because we were having a staring contest. It had nothing to do with that; I just didn’t want to. I’m not sure if it was because of the vulnerability I could see in them or if it was the obvious pain and worry, but I couldn’t do it.

“Where is he?”

He was frowning at me but still answered my question. “Coach sent him home. He can’t bear weight on his leg.”

“And when will they know if he’ll need the surgery or not?”

“They need to run some tests. We should know more next week.”

“Don’t you want to be with him?” I asked tentatively.

His frown deepened. “He doesn’t want to see anyone. We were supposed to do this thing together. Now, with the timing of his injury, his entire career might be over. This whole goddamn year is—”

His phone must have been sitting next to him because the next thing I knew it was sailing in the air, heading toward the wall right in front of my eyes, until it thankfully came to a stop right after crashing into my equipment bag. If my bag hadn’t been in the way, with the force he’d thrown it, it would’ve been broken into a million pieces.

“I’m sorry, Dylan.” I gave his hand another squeeze, and this time he squeezed back. Only problem was, he never loosened his hold. Don’t get me wrong, he didn’t hurt me or anything, but that extra bit of squeeze caused my already pretty fast heart rate to kick up another notch.

Knowing nothing I could say would change anything or lighten his burden, I kept my mouth shut.

His eyes narrowed at me. “You’re not looking away.”

A tingle went through my body. “Should I?”

“You shouldn’t, but that hasn’t stopped you in the past.”

Time to change the subject.

“How long have you been sitting here?”

“I don’t know…ever since I got back, I guess.”

No point in asking what time that was. “Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? I make a mean grilled cheese, and I don’t do it for just anyone.” I gave him a small bump with my shoulder.

“And what makes me special?”

Good job, Zoe. Walked right into that one, didn’t you.

“I…uh…you’re…you know…you’re hungry.”

Lame. Lame. Lame.

The longer he looked at me, the easier it was to spot the twitching muscle in his jaw.

“That’s not much of an answer to my question. How about this question then? Maybe you’ll have a better answer for this one, what do you think?”

I was pretty sure I wouldn’t like the question, but… “What’s the question?”

“Are you still dating him?”

Where had that come from? “You like pushing me, don’t you?” I asked instead of mumbling something meaningless that would only be a lie. I tried to pull my hand away from his so I could walk away. So much for worrying about him.

His hold tightened to the point where my fingers tingled and goose bumps rose up on my arm. Then, just as quickly, it loosened.

“No,” he said roughly. “Stay.” It took only one word. I stayed until he was ready to let go.

I tried to get comfortable as we sat hand in hand. When he saw I wasn’t going anywhere and I wasn’t pulling back, his eyes closed and he rested his head against the wall, jaw still tight, teeth still grinding.

I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling it had cost him something to ask me to stay.





Chapter Fifteen





Zoe





I was doing it. I was really doing it.

I was about to board a plane with Mark, Chris, Dylan, and their whole freaking team.

We were supposed to take the same bus to the airport as the team, but both Miriam and the guy who was coming with us for the interviews, Cash, had been late. Instead of braving it and getting on the bus on my own, I’d opted to take an Uber to the airport with them.

As Cash and Miriam chatted away during the ride over, I was worrying about how my sudden appearance would go over. Neither Mark nor Dylan knew I was joining them for the game. I could’ve and should’ve told Dylan, but after the week he’d had with what had happened to his friend, I’d barely seen him after the night I’d found him sitting in the dark. Even when I did, he usually went to his room to crash as soon as he walked through the door.