Page 157 of Second Chance Trouble


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“But, I heard you were out for the season and you can’t enter the draft. What about your dreams.”

“They were never my dreams. I was living everyone else’s dreams for me, and the injury allowed me to come up with my own.”

“Oh? What are your dreams?”

Cage chuckled. “I’m still working on that. Right now I’m focused on figuring out how to survive without football, and my Dad… and Tasha.”

A sharp pain flashed in my chest hearing his girlfriend’s name.

“What happened to Tasha?”

“We broke up.”

I felt another flash of pain but this time it was as the wave of hope overwhelmed me.

“I’m so sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. It was long overdue. I think she was in love with her best friend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It took me a while to figure it out and she still hasn’t accepted it, but she is.”

“Wow! Okay.”

“There is one thing about my dream that I have figured out, though,” Cage said with a smile.

“What’s that?”

“You. Because, when I dream, I dream of you.”

I froze staring at him. I was speechless but my body reacted to his words yearning for more.

“I’m sorry, that was too much,” he said looking down.

“No, that was the perfect amount.”

I knew I should have said more or told him how much he meant to me too, but I didn’t. I don’t know why.

Cage looked away. “There’s something I need to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“It involves my dad.”

“Oh. Okay. Ask away.”

“I know you said you were joking — or whatever — after you said it. But, is what you said true?”

“About him not being your biological father?”

“Yeah,” he said still not looking at me.

“I think it is. There’s always an outside chance that your genetics formed themselves in exactly the right way. But most of the time, the simplest explanation is the correct one.”

Cage looked at me with sadness. “Then, if he isn’t my father, who is? And, what happened to my mother. Did she die when I was born? Or, could she still be alive?”

I looked at Cage not knowing how to respond.

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