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๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฑ๐ญ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง by Ginger Scott releases next week. Check out this sneak peek!
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What to expect:
โ๏ธSoulmates
โ๏ธProfessional football
โ๏ธFound family
โ๏ธLegacy
โ๏ธSmall town
โ๏ธDisability representation
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โThat was a lot, huh?โ Bryce says, his lip tugging up in empathy.
I shrug, then hold my shoulders up for an extra second before letting them drop. That felt good, too.
โItโs all a lot,โ I confess.
He nods with a tight, soft grin. I hold his gaze for a few seconds, mentally debating
whether I really want to know whatโs in his head. The tense grip this entire thing has on my chest is so strong that I decide I canโt have too many details, and maybe knowing more about the dirty underbelly of sports contract negotiations will arm me with the tools to help Wyatt come out of this unscathed.
โBe honest,โ I say, lifting my chin a touch. My eyes dim on his. I doubt I need to say
more.
โThis is really happening, Peyt.โ His chest rises with a deep inhale, and it may have been
years since he was my boyfriend, and he may have been an adolescent idiot back then, but I still know his tells. Thereโs something heโs not saying.
โI donโt think weโd be here if there wasnโt something to this. But Iโm not a fragile ego you have to dance around, Bryce. Neither is Wyatt. Tell me the truthโwhat are his chances? I know they drafted a quarterback. Heโs young, and he was in the Heisman conversation. Is this all for show?โ
I was old enough to understand some of the political games that were played during my
dadโs final years when he met with certain coaches. Sometimes a visit is more about putting pressure on the other guy. And young players often need to be put in their place. I need to know if thatโs what this is. It wonโt matter, because I believe Wyatt will come out on top even if thatโs not how they envision him here. But Iโd like to know how hard my husband is going to have to battle so I can fight along with him.
โWhiskey is an easier sell, Peyt. I wonโt lie. Heโs a league minimum, and heโs better than a lot of the offensive line guys coming in. His injury profile is slim to none, and heโs stayed in pretty good shape for a big man. Heโs not a huge risk for them. Butโโ I quirk a brow.
โBut,โ I echo.
Bryce glances over his shoulder, as if making sure weโre alone. We are, but since the elevator doors open just then, he waits for us to step in before finishing his words.
โWyattโs the one they wanted to see. Whiskey would not be here getting the look if I wasnโt bringing Wyatt along with him. Heโs got some legitimate fans calling the shots.โ I hold Bryceโs gaze for a beat, the tightness easing a little in my chest. I also digest the
things he didnโt say just now. While Wyatt has some fans, he also has some haters. Heโs going to have to prove himself, but thatโs never been a problem for him. And six years away from a serious game or not, thereโs still nobody better than him behind the ball.
My focus drifts, and my eyes zero in on the elevator numbers. The four lights up, and
before the elevator doors open to the executive suites, I turn to Bryce one last time.
โIf you make this happen, youโre his guy for life. You know that, right?โ
Bryce blinks, then offers a slight nod.
โI know, Peyt. I promise Iโll work my ass off for him.โ
The ding of the elevator doesnโt faze me, my gaze fixed on Bryceโs face for every millisecond before the doors open and break this bubble of trust. And there is trust between us. I feel it. I see it in his eyes. He wants this for Wyatt, and Iโm sure, selfishly, for himself. Thereโs nothing wrong with that. If he continues to have integrity, weโll share this corner of our lives with him. Heโs earned my benefit of the doubt. Now he needs to earn Wyattโs.
BLURB:
Years ago, I accepted that football would always be a part of my life. I just didnโt know how.
When I met Wyatt Stone, I figured the game would weave its way into my young heart and become a part of my first real love. When I married him, I assumed my life would follow the same path as my motherโsโthe wife of an NFL quarterback, with all the highs and lows that come along with it.
But when Wyatt didnโt get picked in the draft, everything changed. And Wyattโs light, however hard he fought to keep it alive, dimmed. Football has a funny way of operating in this family, though. It lingers, like the haze that hovers over my familyโs ranch fields in the Arizona desert horizon.
For my dad, the game stuck around through coaching, and Wyatt thought maybe that was enough for him too. But football had other plans. A second chance at glory. A renewed spark in his soul, calling him to give the dream one more shot. And as much as I want to keep him close, to start our family and walk a new pathโone that football doesnโt get to dictateโI know that when it comes to this game, Iโve never really called the shots. Iโve merely gone along for the ride. I just hope that this time it doesnโt break my heart completely.
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