Page 88 of Home Town Advantage
Shit. I forgot he had asked. “It shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll text you later tonight when my contact is home from work.”
“Okay, but just know I’m at the age where if you text me after 10:01 PM, it’s most likely that I’ll get back to you at around 5:47 AM.”
I chuckle. “5:47 works for me, Coach.”
He nods. “Good. And we’re on for dinner tonight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fantastic.”
I see Reece Sanders talking to our new rookie wide receiver, Anthony Lincoln. Everyone calls him Linc. He’s agood kid. He keeps his head down and works hard. He’s still a little wet behind the ears, but I see a lot of potential and a bright future for him.
Coach points in their direction. “Linc is an up-and-comer.”
I nod. “Agreed.”
Staring at Reece, he says “Keep that fucking wolf from getting his claws into him. Rookies are impressionable. We can only roster one of them. Sanders is undoubtedly aware of that. That’s the kind of guy who will sabotage another for his own benefit.”
“I’m on it, Coach.”
I walk over to them. “Linc, you were looking strong yesterday. I’m in the market for a new wide receiver.” I look at Reece. “One with good hands. You didn’t drop a single pass yesterday.”
Linc’s face lights up. “Thank you, sir.”
I chuckle. “Vance or McCaffrey will be fine.”
He smiles shyly. “Sorry. You’re such a legend in this sport. It’s an honor to catch the ball from a future Hall of Famer. I hope to contribute to this team in any small way that I can.”
I grab his hand and bring him in for a bro hug. “I like your attitude.”
After our workout, we have a team practice. Our team is looking strong. Linc is solid. He has more speed and way better hands than Reece. I’ll finally have another option for the long ball besides Daylen. I have a lot of hope for this season.
After we shower, I hit the team kitchen to grab a few energy bars. I see a line of guys in front of Beau, who’s working the blender. I ask Daylen, “What’s going on?”
“Beau is making those boner shakes. Everyone wants to try it.” He hands me a glass with a white liquid substance in it. “Here, I got you one.”
He downs his glass in one giant gulp. “Hmm. Not bad. The vanilla makes it sweet.” He smirks. “That’s what she said.”
I roll my eyes as I down myshake.
An hour later,I’m sitting at Del Frisco’s Steakhouse waiting for Coach. I scroll through Instagram on my phone while I wait. I despise all social media, but I set up the Instagram account years ago to keep an eye on Sulley and Maddie.
I smile as I look at Sulley’s last post from Vegas two months ago. It’s our whole big group. We had such a good time. I’ve never seen her so uninhibited and carefree.
I then scroll down to Maddie’s most recent post, which looks like it was from today. It’s a picture of Francesca on an ATV. What the fuck is Maddie thinking?
I pull up my text string with Maddie.
Me: She’s not really driving an ATV, is she?
Maddie: She loves it.
Me: She’s five. It’s too dangerous.
Maddie: Curtis bought it for her. She’s been using it all week without any problems. Leave the parenting to her actual parents.
How fucking generous of Curtis to buy that for her with my money.
