Page 71 of The Way We Collide

My lips part. I don’t even know his jersey number. “Where do I get one of those?”

“Lots of places, but if you need it by Sunday, go to the stadium store. We should call them right now and get them to hold it for you. Number 85 sells out fast.” She snatches the receiver off a phone sitting on the desk and presses one button. “I have the stadium on speed dial.”

I chew the side of my fingernail as she speaks, wondering what else I don’t know about my husband. These are basic facts about his job. His jersey number? Jeez, Raven.

Star puts her hand over the bottom of the phone. “Sizes?”

“Haddy’s six months old.”

Star waits, and I blink at her. Finally she gives me a nudge. “And you?”

“Me?”

“Don’t you want one for the game? All the wives and girlfriends wear them.”

My lips twist, and I think about it. If that’s true, I can’t showup in regular clothes. What would my dad say? We can simply tell all the Bradfords it’s a supportive thing.

“How do they fit?”

“Like a football jersey.”

“Better get an extra large. I’ll manage if it’s too big.” I hear her saying Hendrix can pick it up, and I catch her arm. “Can they deliver it to the house?”

“I don’t see why not.” She continues, telling them where to send it, and I smile, thinking it’ll be a fun surprise for him on game day.

Assuming we’ll be there on game day. I wonder why he hasn’t mentioned it.

“Now that that’s all settled, we were discussing the traffic report.” Wilt’s tone is impatient, and I shake my head, blinking fast.

“Sorry, yes. Traffic and weather.”

Hendrix’s hairis damp when I pick him and Haddy up at the stadium like he showered before meeting us. I guess it’s safer that way. No risk of walking in on him again.

The memory of him naked with water running down every flexed muscle in his body flashes in my mind, and my entire body heats right up.

I study him in the rearview mirror as he buckles her into her car seat, then kisses her little nose. She blinks up at him, chattering like he’s her favorite thing in the world, and I’m not even jealous.

Apparently everyone in LA shares her opinion—at least everyone who watches football. I’m pretty sure he’s told me so more than once.

When he hops in the car, he leans in my direction like he might kiss my cheek, and I freeze.

He stops short, huffing a laugh like he surprised himself as well. “How was KCLA? Still interesting?”

My cheeks flush, and I grip the wheel, driving us to the house. “Much better today. I’m actually learning all kinds of useful things.”

I take an unexpected turn, and Hendrix sits forward, looking out the window. “Where are you going?”

“Check out this shortcut.” I drive the new route Wilt and I plotted from the stadium to the hills. “Since there’s not much happening at the weather desk, I’m also doing the traffic report. This way shaves off two whole minutes!”

“Two minutes, eh?” He leans back, giving me an appreciative grin. “Hey, I meant to tell you, there’s a game on Sunday. I know you’re not really a football fan, but it’s the first game of the season, and…”

“I’d love to go.” Glancing over, I give him a little smile. “Haddy needs to see her daddy in action, and I’m a little curious to see you play, too. I’ve been hearing rumors you’re pretty good.”

He laughs. “I can’t wait to hear the verdict. I’ll see if I can get you in the box with Rusty’s wife. Pretty sure her name is Heather.”

“You don’t know your teammate’s wife’s name?”

He shrugs. “I kind of avoided the married guys, and Rusty’s on the D-line.”

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