I rush into the master bedroom, shut the door, and crawl up on the bed. Seriously? What kind of person strips someone’s dream away from them?
A soft knock lands on the door. “Luce…y,” he says.
“I’m fine. Go back to your family.”
The doorknob slowly turns, and he opens the door. “I’m not gonna do that.” He steps in and shuts the door. “It’s not what you think.”
“I took away your chance of playing professional football.”
He chuckles. “No. It’s not like that.”
“That’s what they said down there.”
He sits on the edge of the bed, far enough away from me that he’s not too close, but more intimate than we’ve been. “I didn’t decline the offer because you didn’t want me to go.” I give him a blank look and he exhales. “Okay, partly, but only because you weren’t gonna come with me. Also, it was
