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“Yes,” she said and then went back to filing some papers.
I ran as fast as I could to my car and headed toward the stadium.
Cars were at a standstill on the freeway as I picked up my phone and dialed him. I put it on speaker and tapped my steering wheel as I narrated my life, “Michael, pick up…” But I heard the beep and knew instantly it had gone to voicemail. I waited and listened to his sexy voice but then I said, “Don’t leave LA or your team. We need to talk. I’m coming to the stadium. Wait for me there.”
I had no idea if he’d listen to it, but I fought my way to the stadium.
Thankfully, there was no game, so it was empty parking as I parked near the other five cars there.
As I ran inside and no one stopped me, my phone rang. I grabbed it, saw my son's name, and answered.
“Mom, how’s LA?”
What in the world could I say? I’ve not found your father and destroyed your hope for a family? I couldn’t do that to him. I stilled and said, “It’s warm here.”
He asked, “Have you seen Michael, yet?”
“No, I’m having issues,” I said and massaged my forehead like that might help me find him.
Jeremy said, “Really? I’ll call him right back. We were just talking.”
“You were?” I asked.
Jeremy said, “Yeah, he wanted to talk to you, and he had news, but I didn’t tell him you were there. I thought you wanted to surprise him.”
Ahh.I wanted to scream. I should have asked for help, but I ignored how my skin had pins and needles now as I asked, “Did he say what?”
“No, he wanted to talk to you first. Call me when you find him.”
“I love you, Jeremy.” No matter what happened next, I’d support my son and his father talking to each other. They were two of the best men in the world and deserved to have each other.
After circling the stadium, I found an office with people. The girl at the desk was dressed in a white t-shirt that was see-through to her black bra.
She waved me in and I asked, “Is Michael Irons here?”
“This way, ma’am.” She batted her eyes like she was sizing me up, then shrugged and guided me through to a small office.
She opened the door and Phil and Michael were sitting together. Phil stood immediately and waved for me to go inside. Michael’s blue eyes were as big as those balls thrown in the game. I switched places with his agent and the door closed.
He jumped out of his chair and said, “Georgie?”
Tears came out of my eyes as I said, “I love you. I was so scared yesterday. Please forgive me.”
His arms wrapped around me and he said in a low tone, “I love you, too. We need to talk.”
My stomach was in knots. I still trembled but I said, “I’m okay with going to New York. I want us to be together.”
He lifted my chin and waited till I looked at him. As my tears subsided, he said, “Good, but that’s not it.”
I swallowed and held him so I wouldn’t tremble as I asked, “What?”
He glanced at the door that was closed and then back at me. He pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I have two more offers. One from the Sooners and one from Texas. Which one makes you want to stay with me?”
If he wanted New York, I was there. I hugged his neck and said, “I don’t care. I just want you and us to be together. Forgive me.”
He kissed me.
I absolutely didn’t deserve a second chance, but if this was the start of one, I’d never, ever, ever screw this up again. Love was about being willing to change and grow together, and with Michael I had everything.
