Page 28 of Make the Play

“That does help.” I chuckle. “It shows that the organization cares about its employees.”

“It’s a great place to work. I’m sure you’ve only seen the player side of things, but this side, the business side, is great, as well. We’re one big Rampage family. It takes a village to keep this place running, and the family environment is key to that success.”

“It sounds incredible.”

Sally nods, and we go on to talk more about the position. My hours, the benefits, and what’s expected of me. She takes me on a tour of the administrative offices, which is an all-new side of the stadium I’ve never seen before. I can’t help but be excited at the prospect of this being where I start the next phase of my life. My brother works for the same organization. We’d still be close, and I wouldn’t have to move away. It’s almost as if it’s too good to be true.

By the time she walks me to the door, the same one I entered, I’m giddy with excitement at the possibility of getting the position. “Thank you so much for the opportunity,” I tell Sally, offering her my hand.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Corie. We want to fill the position quickly. It’s not posted anywhere, so you were our first interview.”

My spirits dim just a little at that information.

Sally must notice because she adds, “I’m not sure we need to look further.” She winks at me. “I’ll contact you in a few days and update you on the process.”

The wink… does that mean she’s going to offer me the job? I push that to the back of my mind, thank her again, and step outside the building. It’s not until I’m in my car with the air conditioning running that I scream in excitement. The interview was great, and that wink has to be what that meant. Sally and I hit it off instantly, and she put me at ease.

I want this so badly.

Pulling my phone out of my purse, I see a missed text message from my brother.

Landry: How did it go?

Landry: Are you still with her?

Landry: You’re killing me here, little sister. I need details.

Landry: I called to talk to Sally, and her assistant said she was in an interview. That’s a good sign, right?

I smile as my fingers fly across the keyboard to reply to him.

Me: Just finished up. I’m sitting in my car in the parking lot. It went well, I think.

Landry: Of course, it went well. You’re a Reynolds.

Landry: Just in case, want me to make a call? I know Knox already did, but I can, too.

Me: No. I want to do this on my own. Thank you. You both have been great, but it’s in my hands now.

Landry: Fine.

He follows that up with a string of pouting emojis, which makes me laugh.

Me: I’m heading home now.

Landry: I’m here. The guys and I are hanging out by the pool.

He follows that up with a picture of the pool. When he says guys, I’m sure it’s his core group of friends from the offensive line. The five of them have become thick as thieves over the years.

That also means that Knox will be there. I need to thank him for today and then keep my distance. No way do I want to risk him getting benched or, worse, traded over some harmless flirting.

It was fun while it lasted.

I go to drop my phone into the cupholder but scroll through my contacts instead. I stop when I find Knox’s name. When I went away to college, Landry gave me a list of his closest teammates’ numbers in case I needed him and couldn’t reach him. I’ve never used any of them. Not once.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I waver back and forth about whether this is a good idea, but texting is better than getting flustered and not being able to thank him properly face-to-face. Also, it cuts back on the interaction we need to have. I have to distance myself from the sexy, irresistible quarterback. Decision made, I start a new message and quickly hit Send before I can change my mind.

Me: Hey, it’s Corie. Landry gave me your number when I left for college. Sorry to text, but I wanted to say thank you for the inside connection with Sally. I just left my interview, and it went really well. I appreciate your help.

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