Page 47 of Fumble Into the End Zone

“I’ll come by, and you can tell me you miss me to my face,” he said.

“I miss you,” I blurted.

If Marcus came by my house, we were having sex, which defeats the purpose. I’m supposed to be on my healing journey. Hell, I didn’t know where or what I was supposed to be. Marcus was my walking fear of a man with an adorable little girl.

“I miss you, too. I have to go. Drills. We will discuss your surrender tonight,” he said and hung up before I could object.

“It’s Mia, invading your podcast airwaves. As you guys know, Tuesday nights, we are live for the sports question of the night. Tag us in your social media post and it might get read live on air. And for those who are brave, call us. Tonight’s question is who’s the best quarterback so far this season? I have an unpopular opinion to be nice. I’m going with Kirk Winters in LA. This was not an easy call. The Football League is having a monster beginning of the season.”

The lights from the keyboard lit and Scott held up number two. I punched it.

“This is Mia. I’m ready for your take,” I said.

“Mia, man, you are crazy. How you go against Bryce Prescott? He is playing lights out. The connection with him and Marcus and the fact he ain’t beat Vick’s ass puts him at number one,” a youthful voice said.

Through the glass, Scott bent over the desk, holding his stomach in laughter. He held up the number three, and I pushed the button.

“Bryce Prescott is the best QB with his fine ass and when is he coming back on the show,” a woman said and my mouth parted.

The horns sounded off as Scott hit the boards. He held up the number four, and I pushed the button.

“The best QB is, indeed, my QB, Bryce Prescott. This comes from personal experience, considering he throws the ball to me.”

I closed my eyes and reopened them to Scott standing from his seat. He mouthed, who is it?

“Marcus Allen, some will say you’re biased. He is your QB,” I said back into the mic.

Scott rolled his hand in a circular motion, wanting me to keep Marcus on the phone.

“Not at all, Mia Robinson.”

“Okay, tell me why Bryce Prescott is the better QB than Kirk Winters?” I asked.

Without a mirror, I knew my smile had widened. The phone silenced before her voice boomed.

“Bryce has better accuracy. He can score outside the pocket, and knowledge of the game. He knows his plays and yours. Danny is a pocket passer, with a respectable arm, but he can’t move outside the pocket.”

I smiled and then dropped my head, unable to argue with his point. Inside the pocket, he would rip you apart, but he rattles easily.

“All valid points, but I’m going to say you’re biased because you’re Bryce’s teammate,” I countered.

“True, but the question we should be discussing is why you keep dodging me and my daughter. We miss you, Mia. Don’t we, Harley?”

“I miss you, Ms. Mia,” her youthful voice said into the phone.

I swallowed hard and searched for my phone.

“Harley, thank you for my beautiful card. I’ll come get you this weekend if Daddy approves. Enough of my personal life on the air. Thank you, Marcus, for your opinion on the best QB. We are heading to break,” I said.

My thumbs worked overtime as I typed in our thread.

Me

Marcus, I can’t believe you.

Marcus

Mia, I’m on you like a playbook. I’m going to keep showing up.

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