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“This is great. I’ll send over the waivers and information.”
I give her my email address, and it looks like I have some weekend plans now. As does Sam…who can meet two hot, single football players and, you know, maybe score with one of them.
And maybe I could score with the other, though that would look about as good as it would look for me to score with the coach. Especially because both of them are significantly younger than me.
Maybe Sam can get really lucky and score with both.
And I can sit over here on the sidelines pretending like I’m not obsessed with Lincoln.
I blow out a breath. This is hard.
Reporting on his team is hard.
He’s never far from my thoughts as it is, but usually work serves as my distraction. He’s involved in every aspect of my job now, though, making that an impossible feat.
And what’s worse is I just found out this morning that Marcus scored me a ticket to the graduation ceremony at Lincoln’s alma mater so I can watch him give the commencement address.
Lincoln Nash giving a motivational speech and I’m supposed to cover it and pretend like my fucking ovaries aren’t exploding. Fun.
Saturday rolls around, and to my surprise, both Austin and Cory are the ones checking kids in for the camp. It’s actually their camp, not just some camp run by someone else that they make an appearance at, and I’m impressed from the word go.
The event is taking place at a high school starting at eight in the morning and running until four, and Sam and I plan to be here all day for it. Dave is stopping by around ten to grab some footage, and I’ll get more on my phone if I need it.
It’s a little before ten when Austin jogs over toward me. I’m standing near the fence with Sam, and we were just about to head over to the bleachers to sit for a bit.
“You’re Jolene Bailey from VG-oh-three,” he says.
“That’s me. And you’re Austin Graham, tight end of the Vegas Aces.” I flash him a smile, and he grins back.
“I’m a huge fan,” he says.
“Back at you. I can’t wait to watch what you’ve got in store this season.”
“Thanks,” he says. “Are you just here reporting?”
I shake my head. “The kid in the neon orange is mine.”
He chuckles. “Jonah? He’s really good. He’s got natural ability.”
“What about Cade in the Minecraft shirt?” Sam asks, hopping into our conversation.
“Yeah, he’s doing great too.”
Sam preens and turns her attention back to the boys, and I giggle at her.
“I can see natural defensive abilities in Jonah. Your father played, right?”
I nod and feel myself flush a little. Is he flirting with me? He knows my dad played, he thinks my son is doing well. And if he is flirting…am I kind of flattered?
Yes. Very.
He’s a hot football player with a tight end.
I mean…he’s got a hot tight end.
I mean…
Yeah. I said what I said.
