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Riley Mae Brooks:

That’s too late, isn’t it?

Riley Mae Brooks:

What time do you usually go to sleep?

I’m smiling like a fucking idiot as I watch her dots jump.

Riley Mae Brooks:

OMG, I am doing you.

Riley Mae Brooks:

Not doing you, but you know what I mean.

Riley Mae Brooks:

Seriously, this is stupid.

Riley Mae Brooks:

Does eight work?

I give it a heart.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Hudson

“Full send, Ava,” I say, looking at Riley who has been by my side every free moment she’s had over the past two weeks.

“You’re doing the right thing, kid. Two weeks, and you’re back on the field against Dallas,” Lucas pipes in.

“Got it.”

“Keep up your training routine, and by that, I mean cardio and strength.” Ava laughs.

Riley wags her brows at me.

“I got what you’re putting down.” I chuckle.

“We’ll keep in touch,” Lucas says then ends the call.

It’s almost game time, and I’m not fucking there.

With Philly losing two weeks in a row and us winning our games against the Chiefs and New Orleans, and only four weeks left in the season, we’re going to the playoffs, and I’ll be on the field and ready to fight for that position after this little ass fucking.

“Two-week vacation,” Riley says when I set my phone down.

“Damn right.” I scoop her up and set her on the counter.

Since returning from Jersey, we haven’t spent more than two nights apart. I stay there sometimes when she’s working late, but with hunting season over, they’re closed from Monday through Wednesday, and when the season is over, they close on Sundays, too. We have it all worked out, and when a wrench gets thrown in the spokes, we fix whatever problem it causes, and we do it together.

Today, the Knights are hosting the Ravens. We’re favored, but it burns my ass that the Viking is playing my position, and he’s fucking good, too. I’m better, but still. Those dicks don’t get to fuck with that kid.

“Cardio time. Take me to bed, Champ.”

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