Page 37 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

“Get what?”

That you’re the dream, Sienna.

Beau shook his head. “I’ll pick you up at seven thirty on Tuesday.”

“I didn’t sayyes,” she reminded him before pressing her lips together in thought. “AndifI do. Hypothetically, you getoneshot with me. This isn’t a game, Beau. If you don’t make the catch with me, you don’t get to just line up for the next snap and another down.”

Beau shook his head. “With you, it’s touchdown or nothing.” He bent and tore off a piece of cardboard, grabbing a marker. “Here,” he said with the cap between his teeth. “This is my number. Call to cancel only if there’s an actual emergency. Otherwise, I’ll see you Tuesday. You can let me know if you get it after that.”

He waved and walked back into Greg’s room to stack boxes until her feet padded down the stairs and out the front door. The noise of Sienna leaving brought a smile to his face because Beau could feel it.She’ll be back.

* * *

“Oh look, the prodigal player returns,” Chase’s voice boomed through the Bluetooth of Beau’s truck, and he imagined his agent rolling his eyes.

“It wasonemissed call.”

“Andthreetexts,” Chase reminded him.

Beau pulled out of the Goodwill parking lot, where he had dropped off all the contents of his old room. “It’s off-season, Chase. Can you give me a break?”

“It’s a few weeks into off-season, which means it’s about time we figure out what’s going to happennextseason, Beau.”

Stopping at a traffic light, Beau leaned his head against the seat. “I want to stay in Dallas. Make that happen.”

“If you’re really serious about retiring, can we at least go over your options—”

“No,” Beau interrupted. “If Dallas doesn’t want me another year, then I’m done, I’m good.”

“Beau—”

“Chase, I didn’t call to talk shop, alright? I need your help.”

Chase sighed heavily. “Fine. You’re my lowest maintenance client. What do you need? New trainer? A massage session?”

“Not football stuff. I’m set.” Beau had his training schedule for off-season—weights, conditioning, agility, massages—and it kept him busy most mornings and several afternoons during the week.

“Then what?”

“A few things,” Beau said as he entered the intersection. “And the only answer you need to give me is ‘yes,’ alright?”

“I’ll say yes if you agree to sit down with me and go over all your options.”

“Chase, you work forme.”

“Exactly, and my job is to make sure you make decisions that are in your best interest.”

That’s exactly what I need you to do right now. My best interest is not just getting Sienna back but keeping her this time.

“Great, we’re on the same page.” Beau cleared his throat. “Listen, find someone who can get me into the new planetarium—”

“The what?”

When Beau hit another red light, his phone buzzed from the console. Picking it up, he pumped his fist at Sienna’s text.

Fine. Tuesday night. But I have conditions.

“The planetarium at the science center. The old one closed.” Beau knew that already because Dallas’s old planetarium location now housed two things—the restaurant he invested in and the condos above it where he lived. “Tuesday night,” Beau reiterated to Chase. “Maybe around ten.”

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