Page 6 of Fumble Into the End Zone

Stacie

And I’ll make her give it to me. I need access to my friends.

Me

Why? I do the same thing every day.

Reshaping my life involved setting routines to create emotional safe places. After being with someone with constant mood changes and a secret life, stability was a luxury. Knowing my day entailed sports news and recording on my podcast soothed me. According to my mother I’m a serial killer's dream because I keep the same routine.

Stacie

Can I give Addison your phone number?

I clenched my jaw at her question. Stacie and I held two different definitions of getting over a man. While I was curled in bed crying, she took it upon herself to create me an online dating profile. Stacie didn’t believe in wallowing, but moving forward. I shut the profile down and started therapy.

Stacie

You don’t have to marry him. Spend his money and let him make your toes curl.

Slapping my hand over my mouth, I fought my urge to respond with laughter. Stacie said whatever came to her mind but there were two problems with her reasoning. I didn’t need the money, and my sex drive was nonexistent. Hell, my vibrator only saw action maybe once a month.

Me

Girl boss, and I’m not in the mood for sex.

“In an unprecedented move, the Houston Armadillos jumped back into the first round and selected Marcus Allen. This guy is a stud. He is fast, versatile and sources are telling me Bryce Prescott may have influenced this pick,” McConnell said.

My mouth parted at the news of this power move. The broadcast flashed a picture of Marcus, and a soft moan escapedmy mouth. He was as handsome as a movie star with his main character sex symbol energy. His chocolate skin, slim muscular build, taper-fade box beard and height had my full attention. Watching him being embraced by an older woman and child put a smile on my face. The draft had just released another twenty-two-year-old millionaire to the streets of Houston. Some unlucky girl will have her heart broken.

“Doug Jordan, I don’t know what you’re doing, but all eyes are on the Armadillos,” Jerry, the announcer, said.

“This move has made Houston a contender. I’m saying it right now,” McConnell said.

A highlight reel of Marcus appeared on the screen. He held the speed the Armadillos needed, and it gave Bryce a second go-to option. Instead of responding to Stacie’s text, I messaged Kindness.

Me

You or Mr. Jordan?

Kindness

Me. Bryce needs another weapon. I want that Elite Bowl.

Me

Mr. Jordan is going to be pissed.

Kindness

Blocked him for the night and Mom signed off. I’m going after Roundtree next.

Me

Good choice.

Smoke was probably exiting Mr. Jordan’s, the team CEO, ears with Kindness controlling the draft. Realistically, there was nothing he could do about it. Kindness and Serena were theowners and our hometown football team needed a shakeup. With the number one wide receiver marrying the quarterback’s fiancée, this season could be up in the air. Kindness often came off as Mother Earth, but she knew her football.

Kindness: Please text Stacie and give the man your phone number.

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