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“So, what…you’re just going to badger me until I relent?” My own tone sounds frustrated.
“No, babe. I’m going to keep showing you how sorry I am that I ran out on you. I’m going to show you that I don’t believe we’re going to fail. I believe in you, and us, and even myself. And I’m going to figure out how to prove that to you.”
I’m quiet a beat as I try to process that. This is him fighting for me, but I’ve already made up my mind.
I can’t do this. I can’t tiptoe through life as I wait for him to decide he’s done.
I’m not sure what would be enough to prove that he won’t run scared again.
But if he wants to keep trying…well, then bring it on.
And he does bring it on. When I get home from the bakery the next evening, there’s a box on the kitchen counter in the same spot where the cash—which I deposited into my account today—was sitting yesterday.
Inside is an envelope sitting on top of a Vegas Aces jersey.
I pull it out of the box and turn it around. Nash 24.
I open the envelope and find two tickets to the preseason game this weekend, along with another note.
Ava-
Looking for plans this Sunday? Come hang at the stadium and cheer on your local pro football team. Seeing you in the stands wearing my number would mean everything to me.
-G
Oh, I’ll go to the game, all right. But wearing his jersey?
I don’t think so.
I’m tempted to wear Austin’s just to grate on Grayson’s nerves and see what he does.
I’d never actually do that.
Instead, I invite Cora to attend the game with me, and I wear a black Vegas Aces T-shirt paired with jeans.
I didn’t bother looking at where our seats were located until I got to the stadium.
As it turns out, section one-thirty-five is immediately behind the Aces’ bench, and row one is, well, the first row.
The team is out on the field doing warm-ups when we arrive, and Grayson spots us and jogs over as we take our seats.
“You showed up,” he says.
“Free tickets to a game,” I say a little flippantly.
He grins. “I knew you wouldn’t wear the jersey.” He runs over to the bench and grabs something before he runs back to me. “It’s why I have this spare one waiting on the bench—just in case you forgot it.”
I roll my eyes despite a small giggle, and he winks at me before he races off to finish his warm-ups.
I slip the jersey on, and it’s a perfect fit. He finds me from where he is on the field, and he glances down at my shirt. He nods approvingly, and I just smile and shake my head.
“What’s going on with you two?” Cora asks me. “And can I get in on some of that…but maybe from a different player since Nash twenty-four is obviously into you?”
I have to admit, there is something special about being here. And Grayson really is trying. He called me every day this week when he got home from practice, and he’s really putting in the effort.
Seeing him on that field…well. It does things to me.
He’s a man in uniform, though not in the traditional sense, and those tight white pants are really something else.
