Page 55 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
You really like that phrase, don’t you?
I do. I mean, that’s what you do, right? Catch the balls? I’m still not sure what a tight end does.
It’s mostly what I do. And hopefully score touchdowns. But you realize you’re the girl who doesn’t swear and you’re making my sport, and my job, sound dirty?
The beauty in my humor is the subtlety.
That it is, Ainsley Mae…that it is.
But seriously. Good luck tonight. I’ll be watching. Mia’s taking me to a sports bar. She says it’ll make it feel more authentic. But I know she just wants an excuse for beer and wings.
If you can’t be at a game, a sports bar is the way to go. Just make sure to wear a Nashville Fury shirt. Then you’ll fit right in.
I don’t think I have one.
Well, I’ll have to change that.
You don’t have to do that. I already feel bad enough that I can’t be there.
It’s fine. Probably better.
What do you mean?
Can I tell you something?
Of course.
I’m nervous for tonight.
Why?
I’ve never started in a season opener. Hell, I’ve barely been on active rosters at the beginning of a year. And there’s so much riding on this season. On tonight. What if I forget plays? Or have more drops than catches? What if I get hurt and I have to do fucking rehab with fucking Rockwell?
Hey. What’s this overthinking? Quit trying to copy me
Oh God, I am…Is this how your brain works every day?
Yup. And double time on Sundays.
Damn…I’m sorry. This sucks.
It does, but I’m a pro. So this is what we’re going to do. You’re going to go play football. Be the best tight end (whatever that means). Catch all the balls and score touchdowns. Clear your mind of the rest, and let me overthink it for you.
I’m not sure that’s how it works.
Let’s try. Just take a deep breath. Do what you do best, and I’ll do the same. And just know, I’ll be watching and cheering for you, and doing all the overthinking for both of us.
Promise?
Cross my heart.
“Can I get you another round?”
Mia grabs her tall beer glass and tips it back, finishing the contents of whatever beer she’s drinking. “Yes. One more. Because if this game is about to go into overtime, I’m going to need this and a round of shots.”
My stomach recoils at the word.
“You got it. Anything for you?”
