Page 55 of Tangled with the Tight End

“Your stock is up. Word is out that you’re about to be cleared for a return to the field this year. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Shit, man, I had too much going on.” I glance over at Gino to ensure he wasn’t listening. I’m trying my best not to curse in front of him.

“Too much to call your agent so that I can put pressure on the team for your next contract? Bro, this is the big one.”

He’s right. If I stay healthy for the remainder of the season, I should be looking at double what I made this year. But…. There’s Sloane to consider. I don’t want word to get out to her that anyone’s going to offer me a big sum, or she’ll be on me in seconds.

“Don’t rush things. I don’t want to discuss contracts until the season is over.” I run a white towel through my hair and stand. After last night and this morning, I’m shocked I was able to have enough stamina to finish my entire workout. A smile plays on my lips. I’d do it all again, waking up with Norah in my arms and no threat of her disappearing was the best morning of my life. Who cares if my arm was asleep, or I had to use the massage chair to loosen up before my workout. It was all worth it. All six times.

“I know. I just wanted to check in on you.”

Hudson has represented me since my first rookie contract, and I wouldn’t trust anyone as much as I trust him when it comes to my career. “I’m great.”

“I haven’t heard you great for years. It’s good to hear that positive tone in your voice again.”

“Thanks.”

“The mountain air must be the magic elixir.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” I chuckle but don’t entirely disagree. The mountain air, the view, the laidback pace, all of it is great. I understand why Marco stayed here when he returned.

“Girl?”

“I’ve met someone, and she’s perfect. The kind of girl I should’ve gone after from the beginning. Or more like the girl I should’ve gone after years ago, but I didn’t know her until now.”

“I’m happy for you. Now, let’s get rid of Sloane, get that hefty new contract, and invite me to the wedding.”

“You’re on.” After hanging up, I’m grinning and didn’t flinch at all over the mention of marriage.

For the guy who swore off any future relationship, Norah has opened my eyes to possibilities I didn’t believe in.

Three Hours Later

Gino drives a truck along the sofa cushion as I toss garlic and basil into a skillet to season the sauce. Homemade spaghetti sauce. My brother is not the only one that can cook. Our mother insisted on teaching us how to use everything in the kitchen. The same as her mom taught her. I might not be as skilled as Marco or Norah, but I’m no slouch, either.

The doorbell rings and Gino runs to answer it. “Gino.” My brother lifts him off the ground and tosses him into the air.

“Unc Marc.” He giggles and waves at Eden, who’s standing behind him with the baby in her arms.

“Hello, Gino. Gabriel.” She waves.

Once they’re settled into the kitchen with the boys playing with their toys, Marco crosses his arms over his chest. “What did you want?”

“To give you the opportunity to apologize again for your behavior at Thanksgiving.”

“Keep waiting.” His eyes narrow as he flips me off.

“You’re so easy to rile up.” I laugh and twist the stove knob to the off position.

“What’s up your ass?”

“Marco.” Eden grabs his arm and gives him a stern look.

“Eden, don’t worry. I’m not offended by the big ox.” I pour the sauce over the homemade pasta, filling the room with the delicious scent of Italian herbs and spices.

Eden watches me with her hawklike gaze. I won’t be able to keep anything from her long. She’s more observant than Marco. But Norah wanted to tell them together that we’re seeing each other.

“The appointment went well. Doc says I’ll be back with the team, likely within two weeks.” I still hate missing Christmas here, but there will be other years.

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