Page 29 of The Scorpio Skyy
“Stop playing with me, bro.”
He chuckled. I knew he knew something. I knew it wasn’t cool to involve other people in our marriage, but I had to do what I had to do. Not only that, but I trusted Travis implicitly. I knew he would have my back. I sent him on a fact-finding mission. I asked him to holler at Kelcie and find out what the hell was going on with my wife.
He chuckled his ass off. “Let’s step somewhere private.”
The two of us left the locker room and stepped into a deserted hallway.
“What’s up? What’s going on with Skyy?”
He sighed. “Apparently, this drama with Phoenix Avondale . . . the dead male escort, the drugs, the pregnant mistress—all of that has Skyy feeling some kind of way.”
My face twisted up in confusion. “Why would that bother Skyy at all?” I took a deep breath. “Everybody knows that this dude is a pill popper. Everybody knows he’s a Mollie taking, orgy hosting cheater.”
“Everybody except Skyy, apparently. I don’t know. I’ve told Kelcie that he’s come to me and asked me to pray for him to clean up his act on a hundred occasions. I don’t know if she told Skyy that, though.”
I sucked my teeth. “She shouldn’t even have to tell Skyy that. Skyy should know that whatever fuckboy shenanigans Phoenix is involved in have nothing to do with us.”
“This is why I didn’t even wanna tell you this before the game. You need to hold your head, not be all pissed off because Skyy is being a woman.”
I eyed him. “You call this being a woman? I feel like women should be insulted by that.”
“It’s not an insult. Women can be emotional creatures, leading with thoughts and feelings. She was feeling some kind of way because it was her first time going through training camp with you as your wife. While she’s in the midst of figuring out her footing with that, here comes Phoenix’s drama. You know Skyy. She don’t really . . .doemotions too much. Them shits make her uncomfortable.”
I had to chuckle, because he was right. My girl wasn’t one to just sit back and let emotions have their way. She was going to try to control them and put them neatly in a box so she could deal with them at a later date.
“She probably never really wanted to give her heart to me in the first place.” I mused. “But I’m so fucking irresistible.”
“Yeah, you’re the man.” He joked with me.
“Fuck you.” I laughed before turning serious. “So, my wife thinks she can withhold her heart from me because she’s scared that I’m gonna break it? Noted.”
“What’re you gonna do, Jay?”
I moved my eyes over to him. “I’m gonna make sure she knows how much I love her. Let’s go. I know you’re warming the bench tonight while the second and third string QBs get their shots, but I’m on the field tonight. Upper management gotta make sure they didn’t make a mistake picking me up.”
We won the game. I was glad about that. I was also glad that I had time to work on my rhythm with the second-string quarterback, Silas Hutchinson. Coach even put Travis in for a hot minute. Of course we connected to make magic. I could catch a pass from Travis off the very tips of my fingertips. It didn’t matter if he threw it high, low, short, or whatever. It was like my fingers were magnets to any ball touched by him. The Coyotes didn’t understand the blessing they were about to receive from putting us back together on the field.
What I wasn’t glad about was the conversation I was going to have to have with my wife.
She met me at the door when I arrived home, still wearing her game day outfit—a Coyotes T-shirt, fashioned to show her mid-section, short blue jean shorts, denim colored pointy-toe boots, and her curly hair pulled up into a ponytail, with some of it hanging freely around her shoulders. She was so damn gorgeous that I had to remember that we were beefing.
“Congratulations, baby! You played so good. Did you hear me screaming from the stands?” She threw her body into mine.
We’re beefing. I fought the temptation to pull her close.
“Thanks. Nah, I didn’t hear you. We got food?”
I felt her stiffen as she pulled away from me. She backed up, her eyes searching mine. Unlike her, I was able to keep my expression blank.
“You okay?”
“I’m perfect.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Why’re you asking?”
She was silent for a few beats. “I don’t know. You seem . . . attitudinal.”
“Well, I’m hungry as hell and tired.”
“Oh, right. The food is ready. Meet me in the kitchen.”
