Page 29 of Sidelining the Safety

Nice! You look great.

Thanks. Look good, feel good.

Do Good.

Do Good.

Lee laughed at their simultaneous messages.

Definitely doing good. It’s for a good cause.

Yes! I’m so freaking jealous of you right now. Bathtubs! That’s life goals right there.

Lee stared at Drew’s message. These two were like one mind split into two bodies. How were they not together?

Mac:

That’s what I said. Lee’s got us covered, though.

Drew:

Yeah? Sweet. I’m there.

Mac:

*laughing emoji* Of course you are.

Lee sent his own smiling emoji.

I promised, but it might have to wait till after the season. Or maybe during our bye week.

*heart emoji* That’s sooner rather than later.

Mac tacked on a smirking grin.

His phone pinged a new message from Yowie?—

I’m here

—followed by a knock on his door.

Gotta go! I’ll text later with the deets.

Mac:

Have fun!

Drew:

Watch your carbs.

Drew pushed, then added,

I expect pictures.

Lee tucked his phone into his pocket, smoothed down his tie as he glanced once more into the mirror, and then went to open the door.

Chester Monroe, owner of Bathtubs and Blossom Gin Distillery and partner of their team punter, Garrett Stevens, met them at the valet stand. He welcomed them and shook their hands before giving them the lay of the land. Millionaires and the wealthy elite of Austin and its surrounding areas would be inside, all wanting their five minutes with a professional athlete.

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