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But I stayed, and now he’s trying to go.
Yes, I know Isaiah loves me, but he didn’t sign up for forever. He signed up for now.
So many intrusive thoughts are seeping into my mind and instead of letting myself believe them, I fall onto my bed and pick up the phone to call him.
He doesn’t answer.
I try again, and as it goes through to voicemail, texts begin flooding in.
Miller: What the hell is going on?
Kai: Where’s Isaiah? He’s not answering.
Cody: Are those rumors true?
Miller: Kai is freaking out.
Travis: Have you heard about what’s going on?
Kai: Ken, I need you to tell my brother to call me right now. He’s not answering his phone.
My hand is shaking as I read the incoming messages. Clearly, there’s enough truth behind what was said that even his brother knows something is wrong.
I think I might throw up. And why the hell isn’t he answering his phone?
I go to call him again when there’s a knock at my front door. I’m off my bed and jogging to swing it open, knowing exactly who I’m going to find on the other side.
Chapter 35
Isaiah
The door swings open in one frantic, swift move.
Kennedy’s eyes are wide, her breathing heavy.
“What’s wrong?” I quickly ask. I take a step into her apartment, and she instantly retracts, maintaining distance. “What’s going on?”
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?”
“Are you going to explore free agency when the season is done? Or ask for a trade? Or whatever the hell they’re talking about?”
Fuck.
My wide eyes mirror hers, my lips parting without words to say.
“Oh my God.” A single trembling hand covers her mouth. “It’s true.”
“Where did you hear that?” Pulling my phone out from my back pocket, I find countless missed calls and texts. From her, my brother, and my teammates. “Shit.”
“It was on the TV. They were discussing trade rumors and your name came up.”
Closing my eyes, I exhale a long breath. “My fucking agent doesn’t know how to keep his goddamn mouth shut.”
I called him only yesterday about the possibility of me joining free agency next season if the right offer came along.
But he also knows he’s going to get a massive payout from the next contract I sign, and he couldn’t keep that news to himself for even twenty-four fucking hours.
