Page 25 of Playing the Game
“She’s very pretty.”
“Yes she is.”
Adam shifted uncomfortably.
“I remember reading an article that it didn’t work out with your girlfriend.”
“I’m afraid not,” Adam replied.
The late summer evening had a bite to it. Adam didn’t have a jacket and shivered.
“I’d better let you go,” Jonas said.
“Can you do me a favour?”
“Of course.”
“Check in with Tito and Noah,” Adam continued. “This is extra pressure for their first game. They’re more likely to talk to you than me.”
Jonas appraised him. “Am I being promoted to captain’s assistant?”
Adam held his hands out. “If you like.”
“I like. Of course I’ll speak to them.” To Adam’s surprise, Jonas’ eyes welled.
Adam squeezed his shoulder. “It’s early days, Jonas. Once they see you on the pitch, things will change. You’re fucking amazing.”
Jonas blushed. “Thank you.”
“Plus you have something no one else in the whole Premier League has.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m your buddy. What more do you need?”
They shared a look as a cab drew up.
“Jonas,” Tito shouted. “This is us.”
He waved. “I’d better go. We all need some rest before Sunday.”
“Bye.”
Adam watched him join the other two. He would do everything in his power to ensure they won on Sunday.
Why do I feel so protective of him? He’s old enough to take care of himself.
Yet the urge was strong. Jonas gave him one last glance before he got into the car. Adam waved.
Adam had spent his whole career playing with handsome footballers and none of them had ever raised any interest in him. He couldn’t argue that when Jonas was in the vicinity, he appeared to turn to jelly.
He seemed to diving headlong into dangerous waters and would bet anything that Jonas was willing to join him.
Javier would have my balls.
The media would annihilate them as well. Teammate loveaffairs was a whole new world of scandal for them. They’d had a taste with Udo and Steven.
Imagine what they’d do if they got hold of another couple.
