Page 516 of Biker's Virgin


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"Coach Fitz." Her brows went up.

"What about?"

"Football. He wanted to know what my next move was, what I wanted."

"That's to go pro, right?"

"Right. I thought if anyone could help, he could. He would know better than anyone what my skill level was, I figured he'd be the best place to start so I could get back into playing."

"Are you going to be playing for the school? How would that work?" I shook my head.

"I'd have to re-enroll for that and get my degree. No, we talked about how I'd probably be drafted by now if I hadn't gone overseas."

"Can it still happen?"

"He actually said he had a contact that could get me into the combine next month."

"Next month? That's so soon. Can you do that?"

"He can," I said shrugging. "Depending on who sees me play, I might end up lucky enough to get scouted."

"That means you're going," she said, as a statement, not a question.

"I want to, yeah. I can't miss out on something like this. The longer I wait, the harder it'll be to get in the league early enough to have a long career."

"How long would you be gone?"

"About a week. What do you think?"

"You don't need my permission to do these things, Rome," she said lightly. Her voice was light, but she looked troubled.

"I still want to know what you think. It's a big decision. I wanted to talk to you first."

"Why? You need to go, of course; you have to."

"The last time I had to leave I didn't tell you," I said. She sighed and looked down, and I immediately felt bad for bringing it up. I just needed her to know that I wasn't keeping things from her anymore.

"This is your future, the one you've always wanted. You'll do great," she said, giving me a small smile. Again, she was encouraging me, but it felt strained.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. She sounded distant and distracted – it wasn't nothing.

"Ronnie, tell me what's wrong," I urged.

"It's nothing, okay? I didn't expect you to get feedback this fast. I'm a little surprised, that's all. This is good news for you," she said.

Just for me? When we had been together a win for one of us was one for both of us. We were just getting back on track after not being with each other for a while, but I didn't want to feel good about it if Ron wasn't. She was my main focus besides football, and I cared that I was making her feel secure with what was happening.

"It is. I've wanted this for a long time."

"I know you have. This is good. I'm happy for you."

"We should talk about it," I said.

"What do we need to talk about?"

"Something's bothering you, babe."

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