Page 205 of Right Man, Right Time
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She’s moved on.
Those three words have played over and over in my head all night, keeping me awake.
All I could think about is the look on her face when I told her to leave.
It haunted me last night.
Over and over again to the point that I pulled up her name in my phone, tempted to call her, but then I reminded myself what Ross said.
She’s moved on.
I shouldn’t call her if she’s with someone else.
I don’t want to come back into her life when clearly, she’s been able to let it all go.
Not me, though.
I can’t let this fucking go. It’s eating me alive.
I push through the weight room, feeling the sleepless night heavy on my shoulders. I have no energy to work out, so I’m just going through the motions now.
My eyes are bloodshot, my muscles are exhausted, and my brain fucking hurts.
“Hey,” a voice says as I walk up to the warm-up bikes. I look toward the weight racks where Rivers is about to load up his bar.
“Hey,” I say as I set my water bottle down.
“You look like shit.”
“Feel like it,” I say as I sit on the bike but don’t move.
“Any of this have to deal with what Ross said to you last night?”
“All of it,” I say as I grip my forehead. “Dude, please . . . please just tell me if she’s with someone else.”
He faces me and leans against the rack, arms crossed. “Ross didn’t want me saying anything to you.” He pushes his hand through his hair and says, “But fuck, I can’t have you getting in fights out there again. We just got our groove back.”
“Just fucking tell me,” I say, the pain so evident in my voice.
“I have no idea if she’s with someone else,” Rivers says. “But when Ross said she’d moved on, he meant she actually moved.”
“Moved?” I ask. “To where?”
“Los Angeles.”
“What?” I ask, feeling my fucking heart tumble to the ground. “She moved to Los Angeles?”
Rivers nods. “Yeah, she got a job with The Jock Report as an editor.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “And she’s down there now?”
“She is,” Rivers says. “Ross was really upset about it, hence why he had to talk to you last night. He needed to get it off his chest.”
“I understand that,” I say and hang my head. “I fucked up so hard, Rivers.”
“You did,” he says. “But there’s always a way to make it better.”
