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either, as I start to whisper in her ear that we need to take this inside. The only rule I ever live by is . . . no glove, no love and since I didn’t have anything out here with me, we needed to head to the room I’m staying in. I’m not about to take a chance now, when my life is on the track that I’ve always wanted it to be on. Ryan has already moved to a lounge chair when I pass by him. He’s getting pretty hot and heavy with his pink haired freak. My night finishes up with a smile on my face and a very satisfied lady lying next to me.
    The next morning I get up to make some coffee as my girl follows me down the hallway. Ryan walks in as his little lady struts in behind him. Neither of us want this to be a dragged out goodbye . . . It’s time to go, ladies. After a cup of coffee, we do what any good gentleman would do . . . we ask them if they want anything to eat before they leave. It’s a polite way of saying . . . ok we are done here, now you may go. They get the hint and leave their numbers, as they walk out the door.
    I reach forward, taking the paper with their numbers, and crumpling it up, I toss it in the wastebasket. Ryan walks past me, patting me on the back, chuckling. It just confirms that we are on the same page when it comes to keeping these numbers.
    “Well, that was fun,” Ryan says, laughing.
    “Yeah, we still got it, don’t we?”
    “Hell yeah, we do. Wait and see who comes to the house party we are having tonight. These energy girls are fucking hot as hell and I hear there is a couple new ones too. And trust me, the guys on this team know how to have fun.”
    “You know me, I’m always down for a good time.”
    “I need to hit the gym this morning. If you are looking to do the same, our gym is out back, across from our pool house.”
    “Sounds good to me.”
    My cordless Beats are around my ears and I’m ready to sweat. Ryan walks in a couple minutes later, with pretty much the same look. He nods in my direction and goes straight for the treadmill. We spot for one another and push each other to get just one more rep in. After a couple of hours, we’re both covered in sweat and in desperate need of a shower. Just as we are walking out of the room, in walk a couple of his teammates. We stop to talk just for a bit about later tonight and who is coming. I really don’t know anyone they mention, other than Ryan’s teammates.
    “We stink,” I say, downing a whole bottle of water.
    “Yeah, no kidding,” Ryan says, as we walk back into the house.
    “I’m jumping in the shower, then relaxing by your pool. I don’t get a chance to do that very often.”
    “I’ve learned already that there isn’t much downtime in this industry.”
    The rest of the day consists of us hanging around in nothing but a pair of board shorts by the pool. It kinda feels like old times, other than we are missing Ansley. The three of us were always hanging out by my pool. Not knowing how she’s been is bothering me. I’ve spoken to her mom off and on throughout the years, to see what’s been going on with her, but she would only say that she was doing well. Though she did tell me when I called last time, which was when we both would be graduating from college, that she had just landed a great job with some huge drink company in their marketing department. She’s traveling quite a bit, which is keeping her really busy.
    Ryan and I talk about my dad’s business and how he is making millions. He is trying to be cool about this “whole lifestyle I am living,” as he calls it. Mom has started texting me on race days, telling me to stay safe. I actually think they care how I do. Though they’ve never come to watch a race, so who knows. Dad is always too busy, and Mom can’t miss a meeting regarding an event to plan, or she’d feel out of the loop with all the ladies she hangs out with. Well, maybe one day they’ll make it out this way.
    “What are you doing for the holidays this year?” I didn’t know