Page 12 of The Toughest Play


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I head toward the kitchen and he follows me. I stand on one side of the island while he takes a seat on the other. “I was about to have my dinner.”

He shrugs. “That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Maybe I do, jackass.

Picking up my fork, I start to eat. I’m not going to ask him what’s up. He’s the one who showed up unannounced and is interrupting my meal.

He drums his fingers on the granite. “I saw the video you posted.”

Of course he did.

I continue shoveling my food into my mouth.

“Why do you hate me?”

I finish chewing and swallow. “Huh?”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

I shake my head in confusion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You posted footage of Rogan looking so great and then showed clips of me when I missed my target. Are you purposely trying to make him seem better than he is? Are you trying to make me look bad?” The hurt expression on his face makes my stomach sink. I place my fork down and push the plate to the side.

“Brett, I would never use the team’s social media posts against you. I only use the footage we’ve shot, and if your accuracy is off during that time, I can’t change that.”

“You made Rogan look so much better than he is.”

“No, I didn’t. He just practiced that well.”

Sliding from the stool, he walks around to lean against the island next to me. “Look, I know I hurt you and you hate me now…” He leans closer. “My job is the only thing left I care about. Please don’t make the backup guy look better than me.” His brown eyes stare deeply into mine.

“I’m not,” I deny.

“Please, Autumn,” he whispers.

“I won’t.”

He tugs me into his arms with my cheek pressed to his chest and my arms hanging at my sides. “I knew I could count on you. Besides being with you, all I’ve ever wanted out of life is to be the quarterback of the Silverbacks.” He releases me from his embrace, briefly gripping my shoulders. “Thanks, babe.”

“No problem,” I murmur.

“I’ll let you get back to your dinner,” he says. I follow him from the kitchen, and he pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “Tonight, can you please post something positive about me? I think it would go a long way to make up for the negative footage from the past couple of days.”

I nod. “Sure.”

He grins. “That’s my girl.”

I watch him walk down the stairs, and he’s almost to the door of his Corvette when I close and lock the door. Returning to the kitchen, I scrape the remaining food into the trash and then load my plate and fork into the dishwasher. After Brett’s visit, I no longer have any appetite and I feel bad for upsetting him. It’s easy for me to justify my posts by saying he’s not playing well, but don’t I owe him some loyalty? He put in a good word for mewhen I got this job. Granted, I never asked him to and I’d already been hired by that point. But still…

Picking up my phone, I sit at the island and open one of the social media platforms. I make a reel using a slew of action shots featuring Brett and add the song “Eye of the Tiger.”Before I share the post to the Silverbacks page, I add the hashtags #quarterback and #ournumberone.

CHAPTER 5

ROGAN

“Do you think size really matters?” Cooper jumps onto the treadmill next to mine.

“I suppose it would depend on the size of whatever the fuck you’re talking about.” I was really looking forward to a quiet workout.

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