Page 102 of Draft Pick

“Still not married.”

Crew cocks a brow, and his smirk does things to me. To my panties, specifically. “That can be arranged.”

I still. “You want to get married before then?” I ask him, not at all upset. Just surprised.

“Doesn’t matter if we do it now or six years from now, I’ll still marry you in a heartbeat.”

God, I love him.

“Okay, then it’s settled. Crew and I will get married before then. How? Not sure yet, but we’ll figure it out. That just leaves King, Jethro, Mack, and Jack…” I say, eyes dancing around the room to the only singles of our group.

Everyone, aside from Jack, cheers, excited to be a part of what is essentially a playboy auction.

“Coach?” Gus calls for his attention.

Jack gazes intently, transfixed on something on the screen of his phone. His eyes look tired and depleted of all life. It’s horrible what grief can do to someone. Especially someone who, from what I’ve been told, was once the life of the party.

“You’re single, too, Coach. Same goes, right?” Gus leads again.

One glance up is an answer in itself. “What kind of leader would I be, then? I’ve got an example to uphold.”

“I guess it’s settled, then. Briggs and Doc get married, and us singles prepare to be matched. Or should I say, bid on by a winning contender? Fuck heavens, please make her aher,who’s also dangerously pretty,” King bellows, unanimous laughter following.

“We’re getting married, baby,” Crew says to me kindly, and while I’m beyond excited, I can’t help but also be worried about Jack.

“We’re getting married!” I cheer.

Just when I think the moment has passed, the screen of Jack’s phone tilts toward me, revealing a picture I’m sure tears his heart in two.

Also one I’m not sure was meant for mine, but his eyes only.

It’s his late wife, Taylor…and their son.

THE END