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And again.
I want more.
I don’t want to lose her again.
And yet, as we checked out of the hotel and shared a ride to the airport, I couldn’t help but think how there’s already a divide between us.
There’s already a wedge that’s only going to widen as we go back to reality in Vegas.
We’re not in some hotel suite anymore.
It’s not just the two of us sealed into privacy anymore.
But still…I want to find a way to make it work. I want to see her again. I just don’t know how when we’re both in the spotlight. We both have people watching. And if anyone finds out, it’s not just our jobs, our livelihoods. It’s our very families.
Is it worth it?
That’s a tough call. But I’m known for making tough calls.
We land, and she’s a few people behind me as we get off the plane. I slow my pace once I’m in the terminal so she can catch up, and we walk together toward the ride share area even though we’ll be taking separate rides home.
Just as we get to the airport exit, I hear someone calling my name. “Lincoln Nash?”
I glance up, as does Jolene, and some guy I don’t know approaches us.
“I thought that was you. Don’t fuck up my team, man,” he says, and he laughs a little as he says it.
“I’ll do my best.” I try to be polite, but you never know what you’re getting when you’re dealing with the public. Some people hate my coaching style, and others love it. Regardless, I don’t really care about their opinions. I was hired to do my job the way I want to do it, so here I am.
They’re armchair experts, and it’s pretty easy to coach that way. Making the actual decisions on the fly is a little more complex.
I know I have a lot to prove this season, and I’m up to the task.
As I walk away from the stranger, though, and Jolene walks a few paces in front of me, I can’t help when my eyes fall to her ass.
That sweet, sweet ass that I will claim as mine someday.
Fuck.
Now I’m hard and distracted, a combination I don’t need as I have two weeks filled with events from meeting with my coaching staff and getting a game plan together for OTAs, planning for the upcoming season, finalizing the playbook, scouting opponents, making appearances, giving interviews…the list is endless, and I saw a text before my flight from my agent about some new sponsorship opportunities he wants to discuss.
But all of it feels like it could wait if I could just get another night with Jolene.
I just don’t know when that’s supposed to happen.
I’m about to ask her as we walk toward the ride share line when the dude from inside follows me out. “Who are you putting at QB? That rookie? Or Fletch?”
I ignore him, but he gains on me.
“I asked you a question, man,” he says.
“We’re finalizing the roster this month. Thanks for being a fan.” I offer a tight smile as I keep walking, my head down.
“You better play Fletch, you stupid fucker,” he says.
I turn to look at him as my hackles rise. I won’t get into a public fight, but one of the things I hate most about being in this position is the fact that people think they can hurl shit at me and it doesn’t affect me.
It does.
