Page 41 of Tides Of Your Love (Riviera Shores #3)

Owen

“WHATEVER HAPPENS, I’M proud of you.” Funny how six words from her carried more weight than a stadium full of fans.

The next day, I walked into the same green-and-white painted hall. Same smell of sweat, turf, and ambition.

This time, the meeting ended with more than just vague optimism.

“We want you to continue with the club,” they said. “Same position. Extended contract. Full compensation for the suspension period. No need to file through insurance.”

Until the last moment, when the words and documents for me to sign were actually on the table, I hadn’t expected them to say it. I figured they’d skirt around it, leave the door cracked without fully opening it.

I’d dreamed of this exact moment, fought for it, bled for it. And now, handed to me like a gift, it felt like a weight instead.