Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past

Not at Carl’s table, not at the bank.”

“I thought about it,” I said.

“I know you did.” Her thumb moved over my knuckles.

“I have watched you sit at my table for six years and bite your tongue, and I never once asked you what it cost.”

“Ninety minutes a day,” I said.

“Bag work in the basement.

It keeps the tongue cheaper.”

She laughed, then stopped.