Page 94 of The Keeper

“Big day,” Hannah sashayed into the press room. “I love when the draft picks come to the stadium for the first time. They always look so awestruck.”

“Until Coach gets ahold of them,” Glen said.

“Oh, he’s a teddy bear,” Hannah joked. “Actually, Glen, would you mind taking the lead on this visit? I need to borrow Victoria.”

“Take all the time you need, ladies. I got this.” He gathered the jersey and some other items before heading out of the room.

Hannah turned to me. “Grab your laptop and meet me in my office?”

I nodded, heading down the hall. My mind cycled through everything I had to finish before the second round started tonight. I loved how this week had been so busy with events leading up to the draft. There wasn’t any time for me to dwell on anything else. Or anyone else for that matter. Even though he kept liking all my photos.

This won’t come as a surprise to anyone but I liked getting his attention. I posted so much from all the events, I was a little surprised he didn’t comment or text me about them. I know for a fact Hannah sent Bennet several photos as well. I wondered what was going on in his head.

I did a little stalking on his account as well. Is it stalking if I follow him? Nah.

Apparently he returned to regular training sessions last week, so I, along with his two million followers, were treated to various photos and videos of him participating in drills.

And yes, I liked all of them.

When I got to Hannah’s office we started to plot out the media schedule for the next month. We also coordinated with our community relations department on several upcoming events.

“Who do you have in mind to handle the media coaching for the rookies?” Hannah looked up from her computer.

“Sophie. She was great with the rookie class last year.”

“Agreed. How about Tre?”

I snorted. “He doesn’t need media coaching. That guy is as well-rehearsed as anyone.”

“True but you know how Ethan and Coach like the players to stay on message. Tre wanders at times.”

“The fans like it.” I shrugged. “Especially now with social media giving them all a space to let their personalities out. Tre knows what he has to do at the podium. And if he drops a little personality in here and there, it won’t hurt.”

“That one is on you then,” she chuckled.

“How many players are going to the Met Gala this year?” I asked, scrolling through an Excel file.

“Noah, obviously. Jax and Dante will be there as well.”

“Those three,” I snickered. “Is Tre going?”

“Yes, sorry, he’ll be there too.”

“That’s a splashy group.”

Hannah laughed. “Yeah. The paparazzi will love it. And those guys know how to play up to the crowd.” She closed her laptop. “Alright, we’re done here. What time are you staying until?”

“Probably nine. Derek and Sophie will be here late tonight, and they’ll be here all weekend.”

“Oh,” Hannah perked up. “Do you have plans tomorrow night?”

“I’m dog-sitting for Killian and Max.”

“Think the dog can handle being alone for a couple hours?” she teased.

“Depends. What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” she sounded nervous, “Bennet is flying over tomorrow.”

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