Page 136 of Playbook
He leans over to the security guard and says something, then Alec and I are allowed to pass by.
“I went by your place to give you this.” Archer pulls an envelope from his back pocket. I recognize Brogan’s slanted penmanship. I take it, feeling my insides swirl. “Brogan wanted me to give it to you. I started to leave it under your door, but I wasn’t sure what to do when you didn’t answer.”
“I must have already been on the way here.”
He nods, then glances to the envelope.
My fingers shake as I open it up. It has the familiar style of the letters we exchanged when we first met. It’s folded in thirds on white copy paper.
London,
Meet me after the game?
x,
Brogan
With the letter are two tickets for the game.
“You mean to tell me we could have been in a box?” Alec asks, looking over my shoulder. He curses under his breath.
“Where were you sitting?” Archer asks.
“Nosebleed section.” I give him a sheepish smile, then notice the three other guys who were standing with him before have followed him over. And they’re all looking at me.
Not just looking at me. They’re grinning ear to ear and watching me like they know me.
“Uhh…” I start, and then it clicks. “Your brothers.”
“Oh, right.” Archer turns to them. “Guys, this is London, but I see you creepers have already figured that out.”
“Nice to meet you.” One of them steps forward. He has a nice smile that he continues to aim at me. He looks a little older than Archer and Brogan, dark hair, hazel eyes. He’s wearing a Mavericks shirt under his jacket.
“You too.” I take his hand. “You must be Hendrick.”
His smile gets impossibly bigger. “That’s right.”
“The oldest.”
The others laugh.
“And the reason Brogan wanted to be a football player when he was younger,” I add.
I pick Flynn out by his unruly russet-colored hair and baby face.
“You must be the future major league baseball star.” I nod at him, and he blushes.
“And that makes you….” I lock gazes with the third. He has the same hint of mischief about him as Brogan, but a harder edge. “Knox. The motocross rider.”
“Also known as the biggest pain in the ass,” Archer says.
Knox runs his tongue along his top teeth and tries to fight a grin.
“I thought you said he screwed things up,”Knox says to Archer, signing as he speaks.
“He said that, not me.” Archer locks gazes with me. “But I think he was mistaken.”
The noise around us gets louder. The players have moved closer, and people are calling out to get their attention. I resist glaring at several women yelling for Brogan.
