Page 112 of Fashionista's Playbook
I hopped onto the seat in front of him and into his arms, where I’d belonged all along.
It’s a sad day in the Outlaws world, Jersey Chasers. My heart is breaking. I knew it would happen, but all good things really do come to an end. With a Championship trophy in his hands, QB One says goodbye today. The team is having Jones’ retirement party tonight and I really want to cry.
I didn’t think it would hit me harder than one of our linebackers. I’m leaving all the social media open today for memories and stories you have about Jones and his time with the Outlaws. Our own Jersey Chasing send off. I’ll be reading some of my favorites tomorrow.
However, I didn’t come here today empty handed. Anyone see the cover of Sexiest Men in Sports last year? I’ve heard that a very fit, very hot, and very single cover model will be our new QB One next season. It’s even rumored he was seen at the facility today and will be in attendance at Jones’ ceremony tonight.
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Claudia Jones looked amazing in a form fitting, dark blue dress with sheer cutouts. This wasn’t just her husband’s goodbye, but hers, and I wanted to make sure nobody forgot how beautiful she was. She cried when I’d first put the dress on her.
And that was why I did what I did.
“You good?” Travis’ large, warm hand gave mine a soft squeeze.
I was. I had been for a while. Being with him, being loved by him, was all I’d ever really needed. I could face any cruelty the world had to offer as long as I had him.
“Yeah, I’m going to miss them.” I blinked fast to keep the tears in my eyes from spilling over and smearing the makeup I’d spent an hour putting on.
He leaned down, nuzzled my hair, and spoke against my ear, “They’ll be back, we’re working together with Travis’ Kids.” He meant to be comforting, but the heat of his breath and rumble of his voice made me hot and squirmy—in the best kind of way.
Before I could say as much, a large man, with a shadow of dark stubble across his jaw approached the table. “Travis Madera?”
His suit was as immaculate as if I’d made it, but not a noticeable designer. Probably a small, independent tailor. I’d have to find out the name, carry them in my shop.
“Yeah.” Travis stood with a smile. “Nice to hear the rumors are true.”
“Papers signed this morning.” He smiled and stuck his hand out to Travis. “Derek Cooper, nice to officially meet you.”
The name buzzed around in my head for a minute before Travis turned to make introductions. “Our new quarterback.”
I nearly folded in relief. Though he’d been fired, a deep fear lurked inside me that Garret Ward would weasel his way back into the position.
But no, thank goodness, this man’s smile was genuine even if his dark eyes were more than a little sad.
That’s when I remembered him. Everyone from college knew who Derek Cooper was. The star Division One quarterback whose single mom died right before he was drafted.
“Welcome home.” I said, quickly, remembering.
“Thank you.” He kissed my knuckles and Travis’ eyes narrowed with playful mock jealousy.
“Now, tell me where you got that suit.”
“You stood here too long, brother. She’ll be asking to see your shoes next.” Travis laughed, but his eyes were twinkling when Cooper joined us. Travis had been worried about who would take Jones’ place, wanted it to be someone he could respect as much as he did the retiring quarterback.
That level of admiration was obvious, as well as Travis’ newfound excitement in the current season. He was practically bouncing in his seat and I couldn’t help but be happy for him.
Happy for us.
Let’s Go Outlaws.
