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I chuckle. “She always had this dream of owning a farm with goats, and she makes soaps and lotions and stuff out of their milk.”
“That sounds fun.”
I nod. “It is. And seeing my mom is always great. How have things been here?”
She shrugs. “The usual. What about you? What’s new?” It’s like she has this sixth sense that something’s up with me despite my best efforts to hide it.
I blow out a breath.
“Whoa. That sounds serious.”
My phone starts to ring, and I glance at my watch. It’s my agent.
I send him to voicemail. He wants to talk about the release, but I don’t want to talk about it with him in front of Grace.
“It is,” I admit.
“Is everything okay?”
I glance up at her, and her eyes are wide with concern for me. She’s being a good friend. A good future sister-in-law.
“I’m being released from the Vikings.”
She gasps, and she reaches a hand over to cover mine with hers. “Oh, God, Spencer.”
“Don’t say anything to anyone yet, okay? I just found out today, and I haven’t told Amelia yet.”
“Of course,” she murmurs. “Why, though? I’m sorry. Is that insensitive to ask? You had amazing stats this season. You’re the strongest receiver on the team.”
I nod and press my lips together. “Doesn’t matter when we ended up with a losing record. I’m the highest-paid receiver, so they got rid of me to clear that money for the salary cap. They’re restructuring, and I’m not part of that.”
“You say it so…matter of fact. But how are you feeling about it?” she asks.
I lift a shoulder, and I can’t ignore the fact that not only is this woman asking me about how I’m feeling about this news, she actually cares. She’s making it about me. And that’s precisely the reason why I haven’t told Amelia about it yet. She’ll make it about her when it’s just not about her.
“I’m disappointed. I’m nervous about what’s next. You know me. I like my routine, and the unknown is a little scary.” Not to mention, I’m the first in my family to be released from a contract. The fucking embarrassment and hit to my ego aside, I can’t wait to face my father’s disappointment in me.
“A little?” she presses.
“Terrifying,” I admit.
She sighs. “I’m so, so sorry. What can I do?”
“Nothing.” I glance at the bottle, and she takes the hint of my unsaid request.
She pours more into my glass. “What are you going to do?”
“I have no idea. I’m a little overwhelmed at the moment,” I admit.
“You want my honest opinion?” she asks.
“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t.”
She sucks in a breath, and before she gets the chance to speak her mind, we both hear the door open.
Amelia prances into the room. “There you are! I have a new crime documentary all queued up for us. Are you almost done in here?”
I take another bite of flatbread. “Not quite.”
