Rowan frowned. “It’s his job to make you feel like boxing is the only thing you’ll ever be able to do. He makes money off you, and he’s gonna make money off this deal if it goes through. I’d be saying this even if I didn’t want you to come help me out. I’ve had my own skeevy agents too, dude. They’re paid to talk you into shit.”

I exhaled through my nose. Pressed my lips together. “Maybe I need to stop taking his damn calls for a few days. And come spend some time with you at the center.”

Rowan shrugged. “It’s not a bad idea. I’ve got plenty of work you can help me with. But I don’t want to be the Harry of South Philly. You gotta decide on your own.”

I resisted staring at Tabitha’s door as we walked past it. I appreciated Rowan’s faith in me. And Tabitha’s own confidence that the rec center was where I belonged.

They weren’t the problem. It was me.

“I didn’t…” I dropped my eyes to the ground. “Didn’t think the identity thing was gonna bother me so much. I spent the last three years wanting people to leave me the hell alone. But I’ve also been powerless and bored. It made me want that high again, of knowing I was Dean the Machine and that it meant something. I’ve wanted it and hated wanting it at the same time. I thought I’d be so ready to finally be someone else. Not stuck, unsure of which decision to make.”

I held my tongue, not wanting to say the rest. About Tabitha tumbling back into my life. Her presence was distraction enough. Seeing her pack her bags for her next destination with a carefree smile had me wanting to follow her. Even if Las Vegas and Austin weren’t exactly close. I could sense it though, a mental tug at the back of my mind. Hopping on a plane the way Tabitha did seemed like the answer when rationally I knew it wasn’t.

Understanding dawned on Rowan’s face. “That first year after I quit, I woke up every morning hoping my shoulder was magically healed.”

I swallowed. “I remember.”

“Well, it never did heal,” he said. “I told myself I didn’t want to go back to playing ball, but that was a whole lot of fucking lies. I did want to go back. Even pissed off and over it, I did. We’ve been athletes since we were basically kids, Dean. If you want my opinion—”

My lips quirked. “I do this time.”

He brightened. “Being stuck makes a lot of sense, and that’s comin’ from someone whose been exactly where you were. It’s not like flipping some switch.”