Page 60 of The No Try Zone
“It did.”
“How? None of that is you, big bro. You aren’t the kind of guy to do any of what you just said.”
I blow out a breath and slide down the couch. “I know. But she’s…magnificent. And irritating.”
She smiles, her whole face lighting up with joy. “You actually did it.”
“It’s not something to smile over.”
“You fucked up good.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Her smile fades as she fixes me with a stern glare. “You have to fix this.”
I nod. “Believe me, I know.”
“You’re married.”
“Yes.”
“Married.”
An exasperated sigh leaves me. “I know!”
She shakes her head. “It’s too cold for this shit. Hang on. You’re giving me the whole story, but not until I get inside.”
“Donottell Mom.” I glare at the screen.
She snorts. “As if I’d do that to her.”
A few minutes later, she’s safely tucked in a room where Mom can’t hear, and I give her the rundown. Her disbelief doesn’t get any better as I talk. But by the time I’ve finished, I feel oddly lighter.
“You, my dear brother, are a fucking asshole,” she declares.
I wince, the momentary lift of unburdening myself gone. “I know.”
“No. I don’t think you really do. Fuck, Colin.”
I stand and pace to the corner of my office, looking out over the empty pitch. “I’m well aware of what I’ve done. I married the woman of my dreams, then ran so fast it was a miracle I didn’t get a speeding ticket. And I get down here and find out she’s the PT for my new team.”
“Youwhat?” The voice is deep and very, very Scottish.
I whirl around. Lennox is standing in the center of my office, a murderous look on his face.
“Erin, I’ve got to go.”
“What? No –”
I click the phone off and stare at Lennox.
He stares back, his already-ruddy skin approaching tomato territory. “Please tell me I misunderstood everything I just heard.”
My phone pings.
“You shouldn’t have heard anything, because you should haveknocked.”
“Too late,” he shoots back, then points a meaty finger at me. “You’re married to Sam, aren’t yeh?”
