Benching Brady (The Perfect Game Series)

by Samantha Christy

  I’m no different than all the other girls he’s had in all the other cities. I’m sure most of them are in love with him too. I suppose that just makes me a groupie. But even all these months later, I know what we had was different. And after some long talks with Murphy, I know she thinks so too.

  That’s not to say I’m not mad at him for walking away and not looking back. But I have no right to be. I knew what we were doing and I knew it was going to end. And even though Murphy told me his behavior has nothing to do with me and everything to do with something he lost in the past, it still hurts.

  Mason Lawrence, my new boss and part-owner of the gym I now work for, walks by and nods at the life-sized Brady. “Do you think I can round the two of you up for one more shoot?” he asks Murphy.

  “I’m not sure,” she says. “Their season starts in ten days. I can get you their schedule and see if we can work something out.”

  “That would be great, Murphy. Thanks.” He turns to me. “How are things going, Rylee? Are you getting into the swing of things?”

  “Oh, yes. I love it here. Thank you so much for the opportunity.”

  “Any friend of Murphy and Brady’s is a friend of mine. And I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from our clients.”

  I freeze at his mention of Brady. “Uh, you haven’t—”

  He holds up his hand to stop me. “No, I haven’t told Brady you’re on my staff. Murphy gave me strict instructions.” He shakes his head before walking away. “You girls and your silly games.”

  “Game? It’s not a game,” I tell Murphy after Mason leaves the room. “I just didn’t want Brady to think I followed him here.”

  “He’s not going to think that, Rylee. You said you told him multiple times that you wanted to move back to New York.”

  I rub my temples. “He’s going to think I’m stalking him.”

  She laughs. “I’m willing to bet that will be the furthest thought from his mind when he sees you.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because he still talks about you,” she says. “You have no idea how upset he was that you weren’t in Tampa when he got there in February for spring training.”

  “What?” I look at her in surprise. “You never told me that.”

  She shrugs. “I didn’t want to rub salt in the wound. But now you’re here and he’s back so who knows what will happen.”

  I furrow my brow. “Nothing is going to happen, Murphy. I promised myself that even if he wants to see me, I won’t do it. I can’t let myself go through that again. It’s taken me a long time to get over him.”

  “The best things in life are worth fighting for,” she says.

  “I have the best things in life. I have Stryker. And I’m back here where I can see my mom anytime I want.”

  She stares me down.

  “Not every woman needs a man to be happy,” I say.

  “Of course they don’t. But, Rylee, he’s changed. I’ve told you before that he was different with you.”

  I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s been four months. Four. If he wanted something more he would have told me by now.”

  “He’s scared. He’s been through a lot and I think the thought of loving someone terrifies him. Just do me a favor and don’t rule anything out just yet. Talk to him. See for yourself how he’s changed.”

  “Does he know you and I talk?”

  “No. I almost told him once. Last fall, I sensed he was getting closer to you than he’d ever gotten with anyone I’d seen him with. You and I kept in touch after my visit to Tampa so I knew about Stryker before he did. And with the losses he’s suffered, well, I just didn’t want him getting hurt.”

  “Losses? As in plural? Murphy, what happened to him?”

  She shakes her head. “It’s not my story to tell. And it took him a long time to finally open up to Caden and me. But I feel in my heart that you might be the one to heal him. And oddly enough, I think Stryker can too.”

  “Stryker?” I look at her sideways.

  “Hey, I have to run,” she says, not bothering to elaborate. “We still on for Thursday night? I’ve got some great apartments lined up for you to see.”

  “Of course. Thank you. I’ve asked the sitter to stay longer so I’m yours for the evening.”

  “We’ll grab a bite and then find you a new home.” She heads down the hall to her office.

  “Sounds good. Wait,” I say. “How is he? You said the season starts soon. Is he … better?”

  Murphy shakes her head. “He’s not pitching yet if that’s what you mean. Not hitting either.”

  My heart sinks. I was hoping he’d be fully recovered by now. I hate that I can’t keep up with his progress anymore.

  Gregory, the front desk supervisor, tells me my next client is ready so I head back to the designated PT room. I’ve only been here for two weeks, but I love it here. I only work on gym patrons which means a lot of high-end clients. I’ve already worked on a few off-season pro athletes, two former Olympians and one movie star.

  It was almost a miracle, my landing this job, and I have Murphy to thank for it. She knew I was hoping to get back to New York so when she found out about the opening, she hooked me up with the owners. It was a hard decision, knowing I could run into Brady from time to time. But then again, had I taken the transfer the Nighthawks offered me a few months ago, I would have seen him a lot more frequently.

  That wasn’t the only reason I turned down the transfer, however. It would have required traveling with the team, something I couldn’t do with Stryker. And a more desirable job with the Hawks in New York required more experience than I had.

  I took some time off between jobs. What happened with Alex back in January pushed me over the edge. Between that and missing my mom, I gave my notice and was back in New York six weeks ago. My timing was deliberate. I didn’t want to see Brady when the team went to Tampa for spring training. I wasn’t about to let myself be his Tampa girl again. I knew if I had stayed, there was a good chance of it happening.

  But I was also without a job. A stupid move on my part, hence the miracle when Murphy brought me in to meet with Mason just a few weeks after my move here. So I’ve been back in town for over six weeks, and now that I have a steady job again, I’m ready to move out of the hotel Stryker and I have been staying in and get a more permanent place to live.

  “Mr. Stone,” I say, seeing my client waiting for me next to the training table. “Nice to see you again.”

  “Call me Chad, Rylee.”

  “Okay, Chad. How’s the knee today?”

  “Better after our last visit. Can you remind me again never to do my own stunts?”

  I laugh. “I would, but somehow I think when it comes time for the next movie, you’ll forget everything I said.” I pat the training table. “Hop on up. Let’s get started.”

  Chapter Twenty-three

  “You picked a good time to come,” Barbara tells me on our way to my mom’s room. “She’s lucid this morning.”

  I look at her in surprise. “Really? Oh, I wish I had Stryker with me.”

  We get to her room and I peek through the doorway. Mom’s face lights up and her arms open wide, inviting me into them. “My darling girl,” she says.

  I try not to cry as I embrace her. The times she is aware of who I am are few and far between these days. I’m lucky to have this piece of her a few times a month.

  “Mom. I’ve missed you.”

  “How long has it been since you’ve seen me?” she asks.

  “I was here the day before yesterday.”

  She gives me a sad nod. “You visit me a lot, don’t you?”

  “I try to, Mom. And now that I’m living in New York again, we can have our visits in person.”

  “Why didn’t you bring that boy with you?”

  “Stryker? I wish I would have, but I have to go to work right after I leave.”

  “Not that boy, the other one you always talk about. What was his name, Brody
?”

  I scold myself for being such a jibber-jabber when I visit her. Sometimes I run off at the mouth just to have something to talk about. And I forget on the days when she’s lucid that she might remember things we’ve discussed.

  “It’s Brady, Mom. He’s just a friend. Someone I spent some time with last year.”

  She studies me like she used to when I was a child. “You like this boy.”

  “He’s not a boy. He’s a man. And yes, I like him. But he doesn’t like me back so I can’t see him anymore. Do you mind if we talk about something else?”

  She rubs a motherly hand down my arm. “Of course, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me about my grandson?”

  I spend the next half hour showing her pictures of Stryker on my phone as I go over everything that she’s missed in his life.

  When it’s time to go, I don’t want to leave. I don’t know when I’m going to have her back again. She could be lucid for days at a time, or just hours.

  I give her a long hug before I leave.

  “You’re a good daughter,” she tells me. “Don’t ever think you have failed me in any way. I couldn’t be more proud of you. Never forget that, even when I can’t tell you.”

  “Thanks, Mom,” I say through my tears. “I really needed to hear you say that.”

  On my way out, I ask Barbara to call me if Mom’s still lucid tonight. I’ll bring Stryker by if she is. I want him to know his grandmother. He’s been to see her before, but never when we could all bond as a family. And if there is one thing I truly desire for my son, it’s a family.

  ~ ~ ~

  “You’re doing much better today, Mrs. Patterson,” I tell her as I help her out of the pool. “You’ve made a lot of progress.”

  I hand her a towel and make sure she gets to the locker room without slipping. Then I go back to the pool and dive in.

  I always schedule Mrs. Patterson right before my lunch break. She likes to get her therapy in the pool and I like to stay afterwards for a workout.

  I’ve always loved swimming, ever since I was a kid. But growing up in the north didn’t always lend itself to the sport. As a child, I begged my parents to put a pool in our backyard, but they insisted it was a frivolous expense for something that would only be used a few months out of the year.

  That’s when I started going to the Y to swim. And that’s where I saw a young disabled girl getting physical therapy in the pool. I didn’t know what it was at the time, so I asked her caretaker. I was intrigued. I befriended the girl and even participated in some of her therapy sessions as a helper. That’s when I knew I wanted to be a physical therapist. I was only thirteen.

  After thirty laps, my legs are burning and I take a break, holding onto the side of the pool.

  “Ry?”

  I look up and my heart skips a beat.

  Hell, my heart stops. And I have to will it to start beating again.

  Brady is standing at the edge of the pool looking utterly surprised to see me. He has a towel draped over his shoulder and nothing but his swim trunks on. I stare at him shamelessly, like I’ve stared at the cutout by the front desk. Only this time, it’s the real thing.

  I turn around and push off the wall, gliding under the water to the other side of the pool. I need a minute to compose myself. To figure out if what just happened was real or only a figment of my imagination. To conjure up the strength to have a conversation with the man I’ve tried so hard to forget.

  When I reach the other side, I look back, but I don’t see him. I sigh, thinking I’m losing it. But then he pops up out of the water right next to me.

  “Rylee, what are you doing here?”

  I climb out of the pool and go in search of my towel.

  He follows me. “You can’t just ignore me, Ry,” he says, his loud words echoing off the walls.

  I wring out my hair and dry my face before I whisper, “Not here, Brady. There are too many people around. Dry off and come back to my office.”

  “Your office?” His eyes dart around the aquatics room and then over to the glass that separates us from the main gym. “You work here?”

  He thinks about his statement for a second and then looks pissed. But I don’t think he’s pissed at me. He’s realizing he has friends – good friends – who work here who have kept this information from him. And suddenly, I feel guilty that I’ve put them in this position.

  “Give me ten minutes and then come back to the PT room. My office is back there.”

  I walk away, leaving him staring after me.

  “She works here?” I hear him say to no one as I turn the corner into the ladies’ locker room.

  I quickly rinse off and towel-dry my hair before putting my clothes on. I have just enough time to put on some mascara and a touch of lipstick before heading back to my office.

  I knew this day would come. I was just hoping I had more time. More time to think about what I would say to him. More time to get him out of my head.

  More time to stop loving him.

  When I reach the PT room, he’s already there. Unlike me, he didn’t bother to change. His hair is still dripping water down his back and onto his chest. I follow one such drop until it gets absorbed by his swim trunks.

  “You couldn’t have changed first?” I ask, forcing myself to look away.

  He smirks. “I haven’t finished my workout yet.” He takes a few steps towards me. He reaches out his arms as if he’s going to touch me, but then stops. “What happened to you, Rylee? You disappeared into thin air. And then you show up here.”

  I walk back into my office and sit at my desk, needing a barrier between us. “I could say the same thing about you. You never even showed up for your last two therapy appointments. What happened that night?”

  He closes his eyes and shakes his head. I want to pry, but I keep remembering what Murphy said about him losing someone. Maybe he actually lost someone, as in they died, not just a bad breakup. Maybe being at the hospital triggered some bad memories for him. I remember how pale he looked when I found him shaking in the waiting room that night.

  “I needed to get back to New York,” he says. “And I never hid from you. You could have called. I wasn’t the one who changed my number.”

  “How do you know I changed my number?”

  “Because I tried calling you in January.”

  My eyes snap to his. “You did?”

  “Why did you change your number, Ry?”

  “It’s a long story,” I say.

  He walks forward and leans on my desk. “Was it because of me? Tell me.”

  I shake my head. “No. A lot happened after you left. I had to change it because—”

  “Shit,” he says, slapping a hand on my desk. “It was that slime-ball, Alex, wasn’t it? Matt told me he was fired for sexual misconduct in the workplace. He also told me that you quit shortly after. What did he do to you, Rylee?”

  “It’s fine. I’m fine. He just got out of control. He became obsessed with me which is why I changed my number. And then when he found out I changed it, he got mad, saying he was my boss and had to have my number. When I wouldn’t give it to him, he … he forced himself on me.”

  Brady’s hands ball into fists and his face turns red.

  “I’m okay. He didn’t do anything. Matt walked in on us before he had the chance, and then I called the higher-ups and told them everything. He was removed from his office that same day.”

  I see someone walk into the PT room. “Listen, Brady, I have a client now.”

  “We’re not finished with this conversation, Ry,” he says, walking backwards and then stopping in my doorway. “We’re not even close.”

  Before he walks away, he stands there and stares at me. He studies every curve of my face. He traces my arms with his eyes. And by the time his gaze meets mine again, my heart is pounding. And when he finally turns to leave, I feel … bereft.

  “I’ll be right there, Mr. Harold,” I yell from my office.

  Then I take a minute
to control my racing heart. To calm my shaking hands. To ward off the crazy thoughts that are invading my head.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  “Can we go straight from here?” Murphy asks, as we finish up our lunch together in the gym café. “I can’t wait for you to see what I have lined up. Thanks for letting me help you find a new place.”

  “Are you kidding? I owe you big time for doing it. I’ve been so busy trying out nannies and looking at preschools, not to mention the time I’m spending with my mom, that I haven’t even been able to think about it. You are a life saver. And, yes, we can leave from here. I should be done with my last client at five thirty.”

  I pick up my trash and throw it in the garbage can. But before I leave, I can’t help it. I have to ask.

  “Murphy, have you talked to Brady? Did he say anything to you?”

  She laughs. “I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. And yes, I got an earful last night. He reamed me out for not telling him you and I were friends.”

  Guilt consumes me. “I’m so sorry to have put you in that position. I never should have asked you to keep your mouth shut. It was unfair of me.”

  “I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think it was the best thing for both of you. But at least now he knows you didn’t change your number because of him.”

  “Is that really what he thought? I had no idea he was going to try to call me, especially after six weeks of radio silence.”

  “He was going to invite you to my wedding in January.”

  “What?”

  She smiles and nods. “It’s true. He ran the idea past me, and at the time, you were still in Tampa and we hadn’t become good friends yet. I told him to go for it. But truth be told, I couldn’t believe he was even considering bringing a woman to a wedding. I mean, this was Brady Taylor we were talking about. But that was just the first of many changes I’ve seen in him since he came back last fall.”

  Murphy was the second person I called when I decided to move back to New York. My mother was the first. Murphy and I had gotten along well during her visit to Tampa. We kept in touch afterward and she told me if I ever needed anything to call her. Being a single mother with a parent in a memory care facility does not lend itself to friendships and most of the friends I made growing up and in PT school had fallen away.