Epilogue
Eight months later
By the bench near the field, I gulped some water, catching my breath.
What a game that had been. We’d destroyed those guys. They’d left with their heads hung low.
“My man, Saint-Amour.” Vince came running over to me with a grin splitting his face. “What happened to you this winter?” he cried, shaking my shoulders. “You’re on fire.” He bent down a little, wheezing. “We could hardly keep up with you out there.”
It was true. I was at the top of my form. In better shape than I’d ever been.
“I’ve been working out a little and eating better,” I said, setting the bottle down on the bench. I wiped my face with a towel. “I’m feeling pretty decent.”
Thanks to Jack’s support and his diligence about preparing healthy meals, I’d lost twenty pounds of fat and gained in
