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And I’ll be able to see him.
“We will,” gently, she agrees. “Atlanta’s his favorite team.” She gets quiet. “Forrest wears your jersey to sleep. Or Beau’s. That’s all he’ll wear.”
I nod, swiping away tears. I can’t speak. I’ve never had much say in this. But when it comes to football, I do.
I take control. “Come to our home game against Philadelphia, and I’ll set something up with our publicists. I’ll get you club seats, field level, behind our bench. We’ll say you won them. Then he can meet me and remember me. I want him to feel special because he is. I want to give him a game ball and take a picture with him and?—”
“Colton, that’s too risky. What if Beau sees?—”
“Reese,”—I stifle my rage; I always have—“you owe me this. I’ve always been good to you despite what you did to me.”
“Okay.” That makes her softly agree. It always does, so I end our call in a storm of emotions.
Reese is a good mom. I’m sure she’s a good wife, too.
But she was a troubled young woman with a drinking problem, and that still doesn’t make it okay.
Because it’s not.
I didn’t want to have sex with her. I thought I was dreaming. I thought I was with Beau. We were finally friends again, and I’d missed him so much.
It was our senior year in college. I was in Beau’s apartment. We’d played beer pong with Reese all night, and I was still half drunk. I woke up on his sofa, smelling his cologne in the fabric and thinking it was him touching me, getting me so hard, and about to come, but it wasn’t.
It was Reese on top of me. She had me inside her with no condom.
If the tables were turned, and I did that to her? My ass would deserve to rot in jail. Then hell.
But she did it to me, and it was too late by the time I realized what was happening. And I hated her for it. I worried I’d lose Beau again over it, too. That he wouldn’t believe me.
Weeks later, Reese told me she was pregnant and begged me not to tell anyone. She realized what she did was wrong and hated herself. So she went to rehab, where she met Jake. They’ve been together ever since.
When Beau called me to visit again, I wanted to tell him. I almost did, but then he said we could never be together. We were about to be drafted by the NFL.
And I stood there, losing all hope.
I couldn’t have the truth. I couldn’t have him. I couldn’t have a baby that may be mine. I had no control over my heart, so I snapped, and we fought.
That’s the night Beau and Blair talk about. The night I busted his lip, and he busted mine. I’m glad Blair was there for him. I love her for it. I always will.
Because I drove home and found the only support I had back then, too. I went to my mom that night. I told her my two secrets—Beau and the baby—and I’ve been hiding them ever since.
By the time I get home from my evening with Amber, Beau’s on the sofa. He fell asleep studying our playbook, so I lift it off his chest and set it on the coffee table before tucking a blanket over him. And I can’t help it; I kiss his forehead.
Then, I search the house for Blair and see a light shining under her office door. Gently, I knock.
“I’m writing about you,” she answers, and I smile.
“You better give me a big blue cock. Bigger than Beau’s.”
She laughs. “Enter and find out.”
I adore the sight I find: Blair on her chair, her hair piled in a cute messy knot, glasses on the tip of her nose.
She sets her laptop on the side table. “How did it go?” she asks, patting the spot for me to sit beside her. “Did you bring me more makeup tips?”
“No. But I threw Amber a big enough bone to chew on instead of you.”
I plop down on the end of her chaise, and she crawls my way, her hands landing on my T-shirt, giving me the shoulder rubs I love. I close my eyes and let her. I let Blair heal me the same way Beau does.
