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Jon grinned. “Maybe a little more than a brief peck.”

“I could handle that,” Kieran said. Pressed one last kiss to Jon’s lips and guided him out of his office, towards the bar. “You sticking around?”

“I’ll have a drink or two,” Jon said. “I brought my laptop. Thought I could answer emails while I sit here and watch you like a total creeper.”

Kieran laughed at that. Had no chance at keeping the sound inside. “Only if its mutual,” he said.

“It’s mutual,” Jon said, pressing one last touch to his shoulder, before he had to go disappear behind the bar.

Chapter 11

Jon sent him a series of panicked, but then increasingly confident texts about Riley during his first week of practice.

If this fails and he flops and I get fired, I expect you to let me crash in your guest room for free.

Kieran had texted back. I can do better than the guest room. How about my bed instead? And I’m perfectly willing to accept sexual favors instead of rent.

Then, the next day. Shit, this guy can really run. You don’t realize how fast he is, because he’s deceptively evasive. One moment he’s behind the line and the next he’s fifteen yards down.

Kieran had typed out his answer with a grin on his face. Guess you’re gonna have to write him some more running plays.

Guess I will.

Two days later.

Carter’s never been happier. I thought he’d accepted Nelson’s limitations, but I guess not. Cause he’s fucking thrilled with Riley.

Let me guess, the Condors fans are gonna feel the same.

Then a day later, Deacon and Jem brought Riley into the bar, along with Landry Banks, Beckett West, and a few others.

He got to meet Riley Flynn in person—and when he’d had a second that night, he’d texted Jon. Met your new QB. He’s the real deal, I think.

You’ve never even seen him throw a pass. LOL.

Superpower, remember?

That’s for booze, not football. Unless there’s something you’ve neglected to tell me . . .

Sometimes it gives me a feeling about people, too. I think Riley’s your guy. Same as you’re mine.

That what your superpower told you about me? I thought it was conspicuously silent.

About what you should be drinking, yeah. But not about you. I knew you were gonna matter. More than anyone else.

It wasn’t saying I love you, but Kieran hoped that Jon understood that he was in this, for as long Jon was willing to give him. Hopefully the rest of their lives. Which was why he was letting Jon set the tone on how public they were being about their relationship.

When you believed you had forever, there was no need to rush.

Well, damn. You’re cute.

Keep me?

I’m certainly not getting rid of you.

The next day, Jon called him up, late afternoon, and Kieran picked up, Nadia cutting citrus next to him.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

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