Page 135 of The Way We Collide

“Here you are!” Rachel scurries up to me holding Haddy. “Hendrix keeps looking up here, and I know he’s trying to find you. Get out there!”

I rush past her to the window, and sure enough, my husband is standing on the sideline looking up. I wave both hands before blowing kisses, and through the helmet I can see the smile spread across his face.

We’re in the last quarter, and the score is so close. One touchdown will cinch it. Reaching for Haddy, I hold her on my hip, bouncing as I watch.

“She’s my little security blanket,” I say to Dylan.

“Thomas is mine,” she replies, and I see Logan standing with the brothers.

They all have their arms crossed, brows lowered, and they’re watching intensely.

“Sacked!” Garrett yells, and both Gigi and Haddy jump, twisting around to look at him.

Gigi starts to fuss, and Garrett takes her from her mother. “It’s okay, baby. That was a good thing.”

Logan gives him a high five, and they’re back to watching the field so hard, I imagine them burning a hole in the glass. My phone buzzes, and I pull it out quickly to see Star’s text.

Star

They just found them!!! EMS says we saved twenty minutes of searching. He has a head injury and is bleeding. They said we saved his life! Raven!!!

My eyes heat as I read her words, and I almost forget to watch the game.

Really???

Star

It was a student flight. He was only seventeen.

I’m so glad!!! Tell them I’m so glad.

Star

Now get back to that game. We need Hendrix to do one of his magic plays and win this thing!!!

It feels like an emotional roller coaster. My mind is a whirl, thinking I helped save someone’s life two thousand miles away.

“Are you okay?” Liv is beside me, rubbing her hand up and down my back.

“Traffic reporting does save lives.” I sound as stunned as I feel.

“Okay?” Her brow furrows, and she doesn’t understand.

It doesn’t matter. The guys break into yells, and we hurry to the window again. Garrett tosses Gigi in the air, and she lets out a loud belly laugh.

“What did we miss?” Liv yells.

“Hendrix just caught a forty-yard pass,” Logan explains from the other side of the box.

“This is it!” Allie bounces up and down beside me, hands clasped. “They’re about to do it! Dylan, get over here!”

She complains, but she runs to stand with the four of us. I’m holding Haddy, and we’re all holding hands as the guys line up in what Jack said is goal formation.

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Hendrix

I’m breathing hard, and 53 is snorting at me from across the line like a raging bull. He’s going to plant me like a tree, but first he’s got to catch me.

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