Chapter Thirteen
Tristan
“Good to have you back on the pitch, mate,” Liam said, clapping me on the shoulder as he reached my side.
I caught a water bottle tossed my way as we walked by the bench on the way toward the locker room. I’d had a week of practice now and was so f*****g relieved to be back on the field. Our season was starting soon. Meanwhile, I’d been cleared for practice and would be checking in with Tim twice weekly along the way.
I guzzled some water and glanced to Liam as we made our way down the stadium hallway. “Good to be back.”
“How’s the knee?” Liam asked as we rounded the corner into the locker room.
“Good, far as I can tell. Honestly, I feel stronger than I did before my surgery.”
Liam flashed me a grin. “Of course you do. Olivia’s the best.”
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