Rule Breakers by R. Cayden

Author:R. Cayden [Cayden, R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

ORLANDO

“What about Recreational Pros?” I ask. I sweep my hand like I’m making a marquee. “Rec Pro. Recreate like a pro.”

Stace tilts her head to the side, considering. “I don’t think so. Recreate sounds weird to my ear. Like everyone is going to be making babies.”

We’re catching lunch at the stadium, trying to come up with a name for her new business. The concept is great, fitness plans that cross sports-focused training and competitive recreational leagues, with extra emphasis on having fun and building social connections, since that’s what gets the best results anyway.

It’s nice to chill and take my mind off everything. That was a close call outside the gym last night, but I’m kicking ass at training today, not letting it shake me.

“Play Hard,” I try again. “Adventure Conditioning. ExerFun.”

“ExerFun?” Syed says. I turn and see him and Kevyn walking by. “What’s ExerFun?”

“We’re trying to come up with names for my business,” Stace explains.

Kevyn winces and shakes his head. “Don’t call it ExerFun,” he tells her. “Please.”

Syed chuckles. “Funercise? No, that’s even worse.”

“It’s got to be a name that makes you happy when you hear it,” Kevyn says. “That’s the vibe.”

Stace nods, catching his eye. “Exactly.”

When I see the way Kevyn and Stace both glance at each other, an idea crosses my mind. They both mentioned being open for something casual right now, and their ideas about sports and life are pretty closely aligned.

Maybe I should try to set them up. I’ve never played matchmaker. It sounds satisfying, and they could probably help each other out like Troy and I do.

Kevyn gestures out to the field. “Frisk is here. You got a meeting?”

When I turn, Troy stands on the other side of the field. He’s looking in our direction, and he’s far enough way that I can’t see his expression, but somehow, I still know that his brow is creased, his jaw set hard.

That’s not good.

“Uh, no,” I say. “Must be here for Zeke. But I’m going to catch him before he walks away. I’ve got a, uh, contract question,” I say as I stand. “Catch you all later.”

I walk across the center of the field, my heart pounding.

I searched for myself online last night and this morning, and nothing new was coming up, no outtakes from my nearly nude sprint. But as I get closer and see how pissed Troy is, I scold myself that I should have called the agency anyway.

It seems so obvious now, but I thought I’d gotten away with it, and the idea of not telling Troy I messed up was much more appealing than calling him and confessing my carelessness immediately.

“Hey,” I say, praying he’s not here because of me.

Troy snorts. He’s in gray trousers and an undone collared white shirt, both a little rumpled. And why is that fact distractingly hot to me?

“Popping in just to say hi?”

He walks us over to the side, half-hidden by a big wooden booth. “No. Just curious about the message you sent me last night.”

I raise an eyebrow, confused.

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