Page 62 of Silent Count
“Not before I get my funnel cake.” She presses a kiss on my lips.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
BO
It was notour night tonight. We lost our away game by two touchdowns. Sometimes, when we get a break in the schedule, like our bye week last weekend, I think it disrupts our chemistry on the field. It might sound weird, but I swear it’s true.
To make things worse, our flight is delayed, getting back to Oklahoma, due to tornadoes there and heavy storms here in Tennessee. It fucking sucks. All I want to do is get home and crawl into my bed—or Chelsea’s—and sleep for hours.
Coach stands and faces us, then pockets his phone. “Okay, boys. Looks like we’re going to have to stay another night. They’re shutting down the airport here for the night. We’ll go back to the hotel we stayed in last night and hope to get out of here in the morning.”
I look at Casey, who’s sitting next to me. “Fuck. I hate traveling sometimes. I just want to go home.”
“Same. I want to see my girl and climb into my own bed. I’m supposed to turn in a paper tomorrow, too, so don’t let me forget to email my professor when we get to the hotel. I think I can sendit to him that way.” He pulls out his phone from his bag. “I’m gonna text Noelle and tell her we’ll be here another night.”
“Yeah, I’d better do the same.” I grab my phone from my bag and see a text from my dad that I’ll look at later and text Chelsea.
Bo: Hey, we’re staying here one more night because of the weather here and there.
Chelsea: I was wondering if they would change your flight. The weather is pretty bad here. It’s been that crazy green hazy color that happens right before a tornado hits.
Bo: Are you somewhere safe?
Chelsea: Yeah, I'm actually at your house for the night.
Bo: In my bed?
Chelsea: Not yet, but I will be. Is that okay?
Bo: Of course it is. I just wish I were there with you.
Chelsea: Me too. Are you doing okay after the game? That was a tough one.
Bo: It fucking sucks, but we can’t dwell on it. We need to fix our mistakes and keep moving forward.
Chelsea: That’s some leadership right there.
Bo: Does it turn you on?
Chelsea: I’ll let you know when you call me when you get in your hotel room.
“Excuse me, Bo?” One of the producers of the docuseries comes over to me. “Would you mind if we interviewed you back at the hotel? We figured we could move your slot tomorrow to tonight since we’ll be here anyway.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s fine. Can we make it short? I’m exhausted, and I need to make some calls before bed.”
“Of course. We just want to do a recap of the week and the game. We already have our questions ready for you.” She nods and points to her tablet in her hand.
My phone buzzes in my hand. “Okay, thanks. Sorry, I gotta take this.”
“We’ll call for you when we get the room set up. It’s likely we’ll do it in the conference room where we ate at the hotel.” She turns and walks away before I can respond.
I look at my phone again.
Chelsea: Call me later if you can. Or in the morning if that’s easier.
Bo: Sorry, I had to talk to the producer. They want to do my interview tonight instead of tomorrow. I’ll call you when I’m done if it’s not too late.
