with all of them, so she worked her magic and my seat companions joined us going to Tits afterwards. Cut’s team won, which I knew that would’ve made him happy.
He was planning on seeing his family since their away game wasn’t too far from where we grew up.
I sent him a couple texts congratulating him and then asking him how the family was doing.
He didn’t reply right away so I tucked my phone away when we got to Tits.
Otis was bouncing off the wall. “I can’t believe you guys hang out here—” His words choked on themselves when he saw Sasha walking toward us.
It looked straight out of a movie.
Her hair was low, and long, so she must’ve added extensions. It touched the tops of her thighs, and she was wearing a black leather bodysuit.
Melanie and I shared a look.
Sasha was in her ‘secret agent’ mood.
Chad must’ve reached out. I had shared with both that he was coming back, but word’s been quiet on The Chad front. I had zero expectations he would reach out to me, but he cared about Sasha and Cut. I wasn’t surprised at seeing the secret agent back in place.
She came over, grunting her one-word answers, and we all morphed into our usual personalities. I was using ‘dude’ and ‘rad’ and ‘rightio’ every third sentence. Melanie was ‘fuck’ this and ‘fuck’ that, and lots of references to shitting.
Otis, JJ, and Maisie loved it. All of it.
Maisie was whispering, “Awesome,” under her breath when one of the bouncers brought over her drink. She couldn’t get over that, but there were enough guys milling around for security, so whoever was free brought Sasha’s drinks over. Sasha’s and her guests’. That was usually the guys, so it made sense to us. And they wanted to hear about Cut, but I had put them off at the bar, saying there were too many prying ears. And there had been. That same server from before had been there, so I just used her as an excuse, then apologized to her later by giving her an extra tip. She had no clue it was for throwing her under the bus, but my soul knew. My soul needed to make it right.
It was later, after Melanie crashed on my couch and I was getting ready for bed, that I saw Cut had texted back.
Cut: Thanks. It was a tough game. They’re a good team.
Cut: You around? Could do with a phone call with you.
Cut: Okay. Assuming you’re out with the girls. Miss you.
Cut: And I did notice you.
I was smiling so wide and so big when I texted back.
Me: Have fun with your fam tomorrow.
I got up for the bathroom a couple hours later and checked my phone when I crawled back in bed.
Cut: Always. Missing you. Have a good day.
My heart flipped over. I was tired, the sun was just starting to peek out. I had another hour and a half to sleep, but I grabbed my phone.
Me: Always. Missing you. Have a good day too.
Cut: Smartass. Go back to sleep.
Me: You too.
Cut: Already on it.
Me: Overachiever.
Cut: Ha!
Cut: Miss sleeping with you.
Another heart flip.
Me: Me too.
47
Cheyenne
I did yoga and ran five miles this morning.
To quote Melanie, ‘Fuck yes.’ I was doing it.
I had my shit under control. Wrapped up tight.
All the wrapping…and I had an extra bounce in my step as I was going into Come Our Way.
Hard cardio in the mornings.
Eight hours of sleep… that was really more like four since Cut and I had been talking on the phone, and then my brain had a hard time shutting down after. But not a big deal.
I was eating healthy. Like, super fucking healthy.
I was drinking so much water that I was over-hydrated.
My brain was working. The cylinders weren’t overfiring.
No booze. My only stimulant was caffeine.
Meditation.
Medication …
I stopped in mid-step.
Medication.
Shit.
I’d forgotten to take my meds this morning. And I was thinking, remembering…
I couldn’t remember the last time I took them.
Backup.
I thought my cylinders weren’t overfiring, but maybe I was wrong.
I’d forgotten my meds, and feeling rising panic, I hurried to my office. Dean was coming out of his office, his coffee raised in greeting to me, but I muttered a quick reply and went around him. I was scrambling by now. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest.
I sat down, dug into my purse and pulled out my bottle. We weren’t supposed to travel with them, but shit, sometimes I had to, and I was running