Brack drove me to the country club. Because of the media swarming my apartment and our detoured avoidance of said media, I was late for practice.
Jerry appeared ready to have an apoplectic fit. Then, when I introduced Brack as my boyfriend, I thought Jerry's eyes would bug out of his head. Being late was bad. A lover anywhere near training sessions was taboo. It broke every rule in Jerry's book.
"What the hell are you doing, Stradmore?" he hissed as soon as we were far enough away from Brack that he couldn't overhear.
I stopped walking and turned to my coach. Brack and I discussed what to say during the drive over. "You know there's an insane man stalking me, right?"
Jerry only grunted.
"I feel safer with Brack by my side. We're in a relationship and he's a big guy."
Jerry rolled his eyes. "You know I already chased the media away by saying you weren't scheduled for the court today. When they finally see you with surfer boy it will be headline news. Is that what you want?"
