Page 34 of Playbook
Me
Fine. I will ask him, but I’m only coming if he’s free.
Brogan
He’ll be free. Enjoy the game.
TEN
“Ican’t believe I agreed to this,” I say as Alec hands me a beer. “Again.”
“You got something out of it.” He sets his beer between his legs and rubs his hands together as he scans the field like a kid at his first monster truck rally.
I brighten at the reminder. Alec let me drive us tonight in his Porsche. It’s his baby. His parents gave it to him as a college graduation present.
I think I got a gift card to Target for my graduation, so I guess I can understand why he spent the entire ride to the stadium with one hand on the dash and the other leaning toward me like he was preparing to take the wheel at any sign of danger.
I am a good driver, thank you, but I might have gone a little faster than I would have in my own vehicle. What? I had to get the full experience.
It’s halftime and the teams are starting to come back from the locker rooms. We’re so far up that the players look like little dots on the field. We have our own private bar and there’s free food and a TV so we can actually see what’s going on if we want.
Alec is in heaven. It makes me feel a little less awkward about the whole thing. I still can’t believe Brogan sent me box seat tickets. Who does that? It truly doesn’t make any sense to me why he is going to such lengths to apologize. It doesn’t track with everything else I know about him.
He’s a professional athlete who gets bags of fan mail each week. What the hell does he care if there’s one woman out there that doesn’t like him? Actually, maybe it does track. The man’s ego just can’t handle me not falling all over myself to get with him.
I keep telling myself this because him wanting me to be here for any other reason is just too hard to wrap my brain around.
My phone buzzes in my lap and I look down at the screen. Surprise makes me sit tall when I see Brogan’s name. I hold it up for Alec to see.
He arches a brow in question. “Somebody stole his phone maybe?”
“And decided to callme?”
My roommate shrugs. “Are you going to answer it?”
I don’t get the chance before it stops, but then a second later it buzzes again.
“What the heck?” I mutter to myself as I stare at his name flashing on the screen. I am so thrown off that I do the only thing I can think of—I answer it. Then I don’t say anything. There’s background noise and some heavy breathing. And then, “London?”
“Hi.” The word sounds strange,hesitant.
Alec is watching me with amusement.
“How’s it going?” Brogan asks, more carefree than I would have imagined. Although to be honest, I have no idea what I would have imagined. Why the heck is he calling me?
“Umm…fine.” I stand and look down at the field. Does he have his cell phone out on the sideline? “Where are you?”
“In the locker room.”
“Your team is on the field.”
“Well, that answers my next question,” he says, and I can hear a little of the exhaustion in his voice. “I’m glad you came.”
“I did it for the snacks.”
His deep chuckle makes my stomach do a weird flip.
“Come have a drink with me after the game?” he asks, a hint of that cocky tone mixed with a charming plea.
