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She paused and studied me for a long minute, as if she was contemplating her next question. I already knew I wasn’t going to like it by the look on her face.
“We’ve all seen your mother out there at every game. Can you tell us about your father and if he played a role in your football journey?”
I could feel my face hardening. My hands fisted, and I made a conscious effort to relax before I spoke. “Next question.”
We sat in silence for a minute. “Tell me about the draft.”
“Not a lot to tell. I was happy to get drafted by San Francisco. I was their second-string QB when I first came on, and Pete McGuire ended up injured, which put me out on the field before anyone thought I was really ready.”
“And you proved everyone wrong, didn’t you?”
“Not sure about that, but I’d say the season went well that year. We didn’t make it to the Super Bowl, but we finished second in our division.”
“That’s where you started playing with Brett Jacobs and Lenny Waters, right?”
“Yep. They’re my brothers, and I miss playing with them.” I knew exactly where she was going to take this.
“That leads us to the question everyone wants to know. There are rumors that you will join them out in New York. I know you haven’t made your decision, but is that the team you are considering?”
“That was three, sweetheart. That’s enough for today.”
She groaned and turned off her phone. “This isn’t usually how this works.”
“Tell me how it works.” I pushed to my feet and held out a hand and pulled her up.
There was a charge when we touched that I couldn’t explain.
I quickly dropped her hand.
“Well, as soon as the conversation starts to flow, you’re calling it done. That’s usually when things start getting good.”
“I guess you’ll have to be creative, then.”
“You’re enjoying making this difficult, aren’t you?”
“Listen, I’m givingyoumy story. More than I’ve ever given anyone else. You can shop it around. Use this to leverage your dream job. But we go at my pace. We’ve got time.”
“Fine.” She followed me back out to the kitchen, and I guzzled another Gatorade, offering her one, but she held up the one I’d given her earlier to show me she was still working on it.
“So, were those questions okay? You seemed irritated when I asked about your father.”
She didn’t know when to stop, but she’d learn quickly that I wouldn’t suddenly change my mind. She was good, but no one was that good. There were things that were off-limits, and she’d have to respect that.
“I told you that if I didn’t want to talk about something, I would tell you to move on.”
She narrowed her gaze. “So, is talking about your father off-limits?”
“If I say next, you can assume it’s off-limits.”
“You’re so condescending sometimes.”
“You asked. I answered. Deal with it.” I was in a foul mood from the mention of my father, but I wasn’t about to say that.
Everyone was always curious. As if everything I’d accomplished couldn’t have happened without a strong man leading me there.
Well, I was living proof that a strong-ass woman could lead you wherever you wanted to go.
My mother had done that.
