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“I am.”

I shoved the roses at her. “They’re for you.”

She took the bouquet and gasped. “Why would you… are you one of my students?”

“I’m just the delivery guy,” I said.

She turned the flowers over in her hands. “But there’s no card…”

“They’re from… John,” I said, picking a name at random.

“From John?”

I glanced back down the hall. Taylor had kicked up her feet on the conference table, showing the bare skin of her legs underneath her skirt. Eric was leaning on the table, grinning down at her.

So much for being her ex.

“What did John say?” the woman—Beth—asked me.

“Uh. He says he should’ve done this a long time ago. Enjoy.”

As I left the campus, I couldn’t get the image of Taylor and Eric out of my mind.

I drove home, ordered Chinese food, and then got to work on a six pack of beer. It was only Monday, and we had six days until our next game, so I figured I could drown my sorrows a little.

It boggled my mind how someone like her could be with someone like him. The two of them were a combination that made zero sense to me. Like seeing a donkey trying to play a grand piano.

After the third beer, the evil voice in my head began to whisper.

It shows you’re not her type.

Taylor would rather be with an intellectual.

She would never be with a football player like you.

I was starting beer number four when my phone rang. It was Dallas. “Howdy, partner,” I answered. “You collecting donations for the University of Texas Alumni Fund?”

“I’m downstairs,” he replied. “Can you buzz me in?”

I did, and then I went to the elevator to press the button that would give anyone access to my floor without the elevator key. A few minutes later, Dallas Lockett walked into my apartment.

“Woah girl,” he said as Luna practically leaped into his arms. He went to his knees and played with the husky, who was wiggling and rubbing herself against his chest, tail flapping back and forth like a whip. “Missed you too, Luna.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked.

“I was in the neighborhood,” he answered. Luna rolled onto her back, so he started rubbing her belly. Little bits of white fur floated off the dog, but she loved the attention.

It reminded me of Taylor playing with Luna when she came to let her out.

“You okay, bud?” Dallas asked.

I blinked. “You talking about right now, or like, in general?”

“Either. Both.”

I raised my beer. “Thanks to a few brews, I’m okay right now. But in general…” I waggled my palm.

“Thought so.” Dallas rose and crossed his arms. “Everyone has slumps. It won’t last forever.”

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