Overtime(33)

And then himself.

He couldn’t do that any longer. He wanted to be a good man, he wanted to fight for it, so he slammed the bottle against the curb and it burst, glass flying as the fiery liquor spilled along the road. He stood there, watching as the liquid ran down the side of the road to the gutter and he shook his head. If he’d kept on that path, he’d be the one in the gutter, completely and utterly alone. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He didn’t want that to happen. He wanted to be healthy. The surprising thing was, as all the Jack ran down into the gutter, he did feel like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Weird, but he felt one more step closer to his recovery.

To the man he wanted to be.

Glancing over at Elli, he smiled. “Dr. Phil may have been on to something.”

She smiled back, taking his hand in hers. “Yeah, that’s why I watch it.”

He didn’t answer or commit, only watched as the road sucked up the liquid as if it were suffering from the same thirst that Jordie was fighting to get rid of.

When her other hand clasped his, he looked over as she said, “Next Sunday, you’ll go to church with us? Then I’ll cook lunch and we’ll go out to dinner. Spend the day with us. You need a little Jesus and the Adlers in your heart.”

Jordie smiled. She was right. He did need those things. “I’ll be there.”

“Good, Jordie, I’m proud of you.”

He nodded slowly as his grin grew. It was really something to have someone like Elli Adler be proud of you, and he was grateful for that.

But now, it was time to be the man he would be proud of.





Kacey had no clue how she was going to handle the next day.

How was she supposed to train a team of guys when the guy who broke her in two would be there, along with her boyfriend and her brother? Really, that was her life? She sounded like a damn soap opera! But really, how was she supposed to keep it together when all she wanted to do was cry? How was she supposed to act like Jordie was nothing to her when he was basically everything? How was she supposed to lie and act like everything was fine to Karson and Liam but, more importantly, to herself?

Because she was not okay.

Not even in the least, but she didn’t know what to do. She’d thought when she saw him for the first time, she could handle it. But man, how wrong she was. She’d gotten diarrhea of the mouth and let him have it. At least she didn’t hit him, but no telling for the future. Once thing was for sure, she knew that she needed to steer clear of Jordie. She needed to ignore him because he was going to hurt her again if she allowed him back in, and she would if she didn’t stay away from him. But that just didn’t sit well in her heart. Her heart wanted her to rush to him, beg him to let her in, and to forgive him. Her pride though, that was what was holding her back. She just couldn’t allow him to hurt her again.

She was better than that.

And Liam was a really nice guy. No reason to ruin that for someone who had no understanding of how to love her the way Liam could. She had to stay where it was safe. No matter how much her heart yearned to go in a direction where nothing was certain, she had to be smart about this. But really, why was she even entertaining this notion? He didn’t want her. She was supposed to hate him, wish he were dead. So what was wrong with her? Was she really that big of a glutton for punishment?

It was his eyes.

Those sweet brown eyes that held so much hope but no promise.

Leaning her head against her headboard, she closed her eyes, causing her tears to roll down the sides of her face, falling into her ears. Bringing her hair out from behind her ear, she ran it along her nose as her tears fell, something she always did when she was nervous. She had done it since she was a kid and had thought she was over it, but apparently that was only because her hair had been in a pixie cut. As soon as it had grown long enough for her to rub along her nose, she was doing it again. It was a comfort thing. Something her mom did to her every night before bed.

As her lip trembled, she closed her eyes tightly and wished like hell she hadn’t told him about the baby. She hadn’t told anyone, not a soul, but in a matter of seconds, not only the father but her brother’s wife knew. Of course, Lacey was on her, fishing for information, wanting to fix her. But Lacey really needed to worry about herself. Yeah, she had seemed a lot different than she had been when Kacey left before the weekend, but still. She was in no way, shape, or form in any place to try to talk about feelings. Kacey was probably really wrong for saying that to Lacey too and needed to apologize, but for now, she’d lie alone with her thoughts. Trying to come to terms with how she was going to handle tomorrow and the rest of the season.

A part of her considered quitting, but that would be giving Jordie more power over her. She couldn’t let that happen. He already had so much. She needed to take it back, but she was unsure how.

How did you stop loving someone?

Even if they were toxic for you.

When she heard the strum of a guitar, her head popped up in surprise since it was coming from Mena’s room. She was supposed to be sleeping; Lacey had put her down hours ago. She glanced at the time to be sure and she was right, so what the hell was going on? Standing up, she opened her door and looked down the hall. Lacey was at the door, the music louder now, and soon Kacey was closing the distance between them to see what she was looking at. Before she could reach the doorway though, Lacey turned, stilling her with a look before pressing her finger to her mouth in a quieting motion.