CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, Josh rose with the sun. He’d slept better than he expected for his first night on his own, but anticipation for the flight to Nashville made him unable to sit still while he drank a cup of tea. A run would settle him.
As his feet pounded against the sand, he breathed in the sea air. Sweat dampened his hairline and dripped down his back. His muscles twitched. Nothing new given his leg had never truly healed after being snapped in two from a late hit. He ignored the pain. That would never go away, no matter how many surgeries he had or physical therapists he visited. He pushed through as he always did.
Only today was a little sweeter.
Not only would he be flying, but he’d also be spending time with Hope Ryan. She was… challenging. Yeah, that seemed the right
