Chapter 16
Iwalk into the training room and stop short when I see her. A petite blonde whirlwind in hot pink yoga pants and a “Girls Run the World” tank top practically bounces up to me, her ponytail swinging halfway down her back.
“You must be Dylan! I’m Loretta, the team physical therapist. So great to finally meet you!” She pumps my hand enthusiastically. I’m actually shocked by her grip, given her size. Any firmer, and I might need physical therapy.
Before I can respond, a tall brunette in a crisp pantsuit strides over. “And I’m Keeley, the PR manager.” Her handshake is brisk, but her smile is warm. “We are so thrilled you’ve joined us this season!”
“Thanks, me too,” I say, still a bit stunned by their exuberance.
Loretta claps her hands. “Aren’t you just going to take this team by storm? I can feel it!”
“We need someone with your talent and experience,” Keeley agrees. “I can already envision all the great coverage we’ll get with you leading the forward pack.”
Their confidence buoys me. No veiled agendas or political mind games—just genuine excitement at my arrival.
I can’t help but grin back. It’s the first time I’ve been in an all-female leadership team, and I don’t even know how to explain how the energy just feels different. Not that I mind being around a group of testosterone-charged men, of course. It’s just nice to have this experience.
Based on what I’ve seen so far, I have a feeling that maybe this time will genuinely be different. A fresh start, and my chance to finally prove myself on a team that truly wants me.
Loretta’s enthusiasm is infectious as she chatters on about her passion for bringing women’s rugby into the spotlight. “The women’s game has come so far, but it still doesn’t get the respect or attention it deserves compared to the men,” she says, her green eyes flashing with conviction. “That’s why I love working with this team—helping pave the way for the future!”
I nod, impressed by her dedication. “So you sought out working with a women’s rugby squad?”
“Absolutely!” Loretta laughs. “When I first moved to the city, I figured I’d be working with big, burly dudes. But then I discovered this team and never looked back. The sisterhood and spirit here are like nothing I’ve ever experienced. In fact, the club is so passionate about progressing the women’s team—I’m sure that’s part of why you took your position here…”. She pauses, and I nod. “We actually get to try out some of the most progressive rehabilitation techniques in the world before the men’s team.”
I quirk a brow, not wanting to dampen her enthusiasm by pointing out it sounds like the women’s team may be being used as guinea pigs for trial treatments.
She squeezes my bicep playfully. “And don’t worry, I’ll have those muscles of yours in tip-top shape in no time!”
I chuckle at her boldness.
Keeley smiles knowingly.
“Loretta’s right about the special bond here,” she says. “As the PR manager, I want to showcase that to the world. Women supporting women—that’s what it’s all about. Lifting each other up and putting all types of professional athletes in the spotlight where they belong. I can’t wait until Shay, the captain, arrives… her club wouldn’t let her out of her contract in time for the first game, which isn’t ideal, but you and she are going to get along like a house on fire.”
I nod along as Keeley speaks, her enthusiasm lighting a fire in me.
Their passion is contagious. For the first time in ages, I feel that spark—the thrill of being part of something bigger than myself. Something groundbreaking.
“The women’s game has come so far, but you’re right—we still have a long way to go to get the same respect and visibility as the men’s leagues,” I say.
Keeley’s eyes shine. “Exactly! That’s been my mission since joining the team. Giving women’s rugby the coverage and hype it deserves. And now, with you leading the squad, I just know we’re going to take things to the next level.”
She gives me an appraising look. “You’re the perfect poster girl to spotlight what we can achieve. Talented, driven, not to mention gorgeous.” She winks.
I blush, not used to such direct praise. But her belief in me and in the future of the women’s game is empowering.
“Well, I’m honored to help carry that torch,” I say sincerely. “This team, this sisterhood—it already means the world to me. I’ll do whatever I can to help you shine a light on what we’re building here.”
Keeley grins and pulls me into an enthusiastic hug. “Just you wait, we’re going to take this league by storm!”
As we chat and laugh together, I feel lighter than I have in years.
Like I’ve finally found my people.
With these women by my side, I know I can soar.
The future for women’s rugby has never looked brighter.