Gabrielle returns to Miami wrecked—in the best way. Prince had ruined her over and over again in Vegas, and now, they’re on the same plane back home. But so is Taylor. And when Gabrielle gets a surprise aisle visit mid-flight, Taylor’s questions aren’t casual—they’re loaded.

Back in her condo, Gabrielle tries to ground herself in peace and grilled salmon. But Prince shows up, and so do the emotions. They can’t touch in Miami. Can’t slip. Can’t fall. But their lips find each other anyway—and so do their truths. She doesn’t trust his ego. He swears he’ll always protect her. Their rules hold. Barely.

Then comes game day.

Gabrielle’s back in the stadium, this time sideline, arm wrapped in gold—his jersey number hanging from her bracelet like a silent scream. And Taylor? She’s in the suite again, sipping wine and watching everything unfold like a woman who finally sees the truth forming before it hits her full force.

One woman is the face.
The other is the pulse.
And Prince is walking the tightrope, playing his best game yet—on and off the field.