When I walked into the kitchen, I stopped short. Matt was there, sitting alone in the dark. s**t, he looked bad, like he hadn’t slept in days. Probably as bad as me.
He looked up when I came in. “Hey.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I didn’t try to hide my irritation. What would be the point? It was his fault we were in this mess. “I thought you’d be in San Francisco for another couple days, at least.”
He nodded. “Yeah, that was the plan.”
Ah hell. He stared down at his feet and despite my intentions to remain cold, I felt for him. I’d been there during his recovery from shoulder surgery, from when he had to drop the team. The aftermath. It had destroyed him, losing the dream like that. But he’d come back, found a new dream, or so I’d thought. “You didn’t get the job?”
His head
