Page 266 of Playing Dirty
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“No. I think it’s annoying.”
Silence.
Then:
“You’re slipping.”
There it was.
Not:
How are you?
You okay?
Anything human.
Just performance.
Always performance.
“I had one bad practice.”
“You don’t get bad practices anymore.”
Something in my chest tightened immediately.
Because that sentence had been following me my entire damn life.
No mistakes.
No weakness.
No slipping.
Just win.
Always.
“I gotta go,” I muttered.
“You’ll go when I’m done talking.”
I hung up.
Straight-up hung up on him.
The locker room went silent.
Apparently Luca heard enough of that conversation.
He stared at me. “Shit.”
“Yeah.”
ROWAN
I was halfway through editing my portfolio in the library when my phone buzzed.
