A more callous woman, bent on revenge, might sell Brody’s story. But Shay Everett wasn’t that woman. Brody was just like every other man who’d looked through her at some point in her life. She really couldn’t single him out for it. It wouldn’t be fair to all the rest of the men who’d ignored her.
Slipping out the door into the deserted hallway, Shay resolved to forget everything she’d heard while hiding in the locker room. Brody Janik wasn’t her problem. It’s not like they’d exchange more than a please-and-thank-you in the cafeteria as she slopped his meal on a plate each day. And she wouldn’t worry about his blood sugar, either. At least that’s what she kept telling herself as she crept out of the Blaze training facility.
Grabbing her bike, she donned her reflective vest and headed out for the ten-minute trek to her apartment, her conscience clear. She’d do some research for an hour or so before grabbing some sleep. She had swim practice to coach in the morning before arriving at the training facility at eight thirty. If she happened across information on hypoglycemia while she was scanning articles for her dissertation, so be it. As she pedaled along, she told herself it was professional interest making her curious. Not anything special about Brody Janik.