Page 7 of Play of Love
Gage turned and saw me watching the spectacle.
“Hey old man, come play with us,” Gage beckoned.
We had this running joke about our ages. I was only a month older than Gage but we’d had this stupid joke going from the day we met.
I got along really well with him. We looked similar too and had the same personalities.
“Next time, dude.” I waved back.
Gage would have answered but Scott sent the ball right back at Gage, hitting him in his neck.
“I have to go.” I focused my attention back to Corey. “I don’t want to keep my woman waiting.”
Truthfully, I didn’t want to think about football, my friends, or anything to do with playing. I knew that an impending decision lay on the horizon for me. The team management had left me to grieve for most of the year. They’d left me to do whatever the hell I wanted, but I knew that they’d start exerting some form of control the closer it got to the upcoming season with all the events and trainings planned.
It was understandable; they had a business to run and a team to prep.
The problem was I wasn’t sure I could be part of any of it anymore. My body wanted it, and I longed to play. My mind was another story.
Allegra giggled in that cute girlie way that I liked and pulled me away from Corey. She’d be able to give me just what I needed and wipe my mind clean of all worries, if only for a little while. I followed her happily into the house.
