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“Sounds good. How’s Potter looking to you?”

“Still nervous, but getting better. Can’t figure it out either. I know he didn’t play last year, but it’s not like this is his first year or anything.”

“Yeah, but last year he was third string and played for like one quarter in the preseason. Now he’s the backup. More pressure for him even then.”

“True. I think he might just need to relax. He carries around our playbook like my grandma used to carry her Bible.”

Curt rolled his eyes. “Kid does seem to be too serious, and that’s saying something coming from me.”

Curt Biles lived, breathed, ate, and slept football. I wasn’t sure he did anything else. If he wasn’t hanging out with guys from the team, he was probably watching game film alone at home. He loved it that way, and I admired his singular focus even if I wouldn’t live that way. His position was harder, with more competition, and tight ends were drafted at a much higher rate than quarterbacks.

As long as I didn’t start massively screwing up or get injured, this spot was mine. Other positions didn’t have the security. And even if I screwed up, Potter wasn’t close to being ready to take on the starting role. At least not yet.

“Movie night in my room after dinner and the team meeting. Maybe a night relaxing with his teammates will help.”

Biles gave me a fist pump. “You’re on.”

Bonus: It would keep me from spending all night jerking off to thoughts of Ava and what she was doing. Even if I wouldn’t play much tomorrow, I couldn’t be too damn tired to throw a football because I spent all night draining my other balls.

Chapter 20

Ava

“This feels so weird.” My Civic bounced on the long, private dirt road that would take us to Jenny and Charles’s main house. It wasn’t the original home. Dalton lived in that now after renovating it substantially, but back before Bryce was born, Charles had built a new home for his family an acre beyond it.

“Exciting though, isn’t it?” Lydia playfully punched my shoulder, grinning like a maniac. “You’re here because you’re dating Cameron Kelley. It’s about freaking time.”

“We’re good,” I told Lydia and squinted into the sun as we pulled up to the Kelley house. “We’re good, and it’s scary because it seems so easy now that we’re not constantly screaming at each other.”

“Yeah, and now you get to do all the fun stuff. How long do you think it’ll take for him to get you naked when he gets here tonight?”

Cameron had texted me before I woke up this morning, and I hadn’t stopped grinning since. There might have been some nervous sweating occurring too.

Cameron

Be there tonight. Soon as I can.

Just thinking about that text made me swallow, and I turned to glare at Lydia. “You’re supposed to be here today to help me get through this. Not make it worse.”

Lydia laughed, threw her head back, and shook her shining, happy eyes. “At least one of us gets a Kelley. Let me be thrilled for you.”

Way back before we really knew anything about boys, she and I had dreamed of marrying Caleb and Cameron. We’d be sisters in a family way, and then we’d raise our babies together. That ship had long since sailed, and Lydia’s crush had vanished by the time we were in high school, but man, that would have been nice.

“There’s still Gavin if you don’t mind them a little younger.”

She humphed. “Being an instant mom isn’t my thing, as lovely as Josie is. Besides, that man won’t let anyone in. Ever again.”

“Dalton?”

Lydia turned to me, eyebrows raised. “You can see me with Dalton?”

“At least then we can still end up sisters.”

She snorted and shook her head. “That man is so growly and scowly, I’m not even sure he has a heart. A body to die for though,” she mused, and I laughed. “I bet he’s bossy as hell in bed, too.”

His younger brother definitely was. At least over the phone.

A shiver of nervous excitement danced down my body. “Maybe let’s stop talking about Dalton and sex,” I told her.

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