Page 82 of A Wild Card Kiss
“What?”
“You’ve got a chia in your teeth.”
Saved by the seed.
Chapter 26
Harlan
That weekend, Danielle and Jamie bring Abby and her friends to the stadium.
They watch the game from the owner’s suite, and I wish I could pop up there and see my girl before kickoff.
But that’s not in the cards.
The team has rules about no distractions, and the rules work.
They put us in a football-only mindset.
On the field, Cooper is unflappable in the pocket, marching the team closer and closer to the end zone with every play it seems, trading off throwing to his favorite targets—Jones and me.
The two of us combine for three touchdowns when the game ends with a win for the Renegades.
I yank off my helmet after the clock runs out and knock fists with my bud. “Good game, and don’t forget I had one hundred one receiving yards to your ninety-nine.”
Jones rolls his eyes. “Hope those two extra yards keep you warm at night.”
And…he has a fair point.
But the most important point is this—we’ve only lost two games this season, and we’re in playoff contention again.
Something that makes the owner very happy.
Once I’ve showered and talked to the press, I head to Wilder Blaine’s suite.
The billionaire team owner waits at the door, wearing his custom suit and game-winning grin. “Excellent work, Taylor,” he says.
“Thank you, sir. And that is a most excellent suit.”
He laughs politely, his green eyes glinting, then claps me on the shoulder. “I know our GM is looking forward to talking to your agent.”
Ohhhh.
That’s a sign if ever I heard one.
“That’s great,” I say, buoyed by his words, since it’s not often the owner himself makes it clear he wants you.
“And your family is welcome anytime in my suite,” he says.
It’s a great offer. Truly it is. “I appreciate that, Mister Blaine.”
“And we appreciate you,” he adds, punctuating his praise.
I make a mental note to pass on his words to my agent, since I’m pretty sure they’re a guaranteed offer in free agency.
But I’ll do that tomorrow, because once I head inside, my favorite person rams into me. “I saw your catch. Also, Simone Biles did the coolest thing ever and you need to see that too,” Abby tells me.
We watch gymnastics on Danielle’s iPad, Abby in my lap, until it’s time to go.
