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Sean joins my side and we both sigh in unison. It’s weird but neither of us comment.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, looking my way.
“I hate to say it, but I think we have to go with Mini B.”
Sean laughs. “I think you’re right. I mean, Trevorisamazing.”He means Rookie. “But I’m not sure he’s ready.”
“Same sentiment, different shirt,” I say, shrugging a shoulder before walking toward my office. Sean laughs a little hesitantly as he follows me, like he’s never heard me joke before.That was a joke, right. Because we’re wearing different shirts? Uh whatever.“Let’s sleep on it,” I say over my shoulder. “But I think we’ve got our QB,” I add and then disappear out of his sight.
Carter calls when I’m on my way home later that day. I haven’t answered his call since we spoke last week, and judging by the voicemails he’s left, he’s not happy.
He pranks me twice and then lets the third one ring until I answer.
“You’ve got a dependency problem,” I say as a greeting.
“Fuck off. You hung up on me midcall because yourlady friendcame over and then haven’t answered the phone all week. I was worried you’d been murdered in your sleep and we’d never find the body.”
I laugh, because while I haven’t answered his call, I’ve texted, so he knows that’s not true.
“No such luck,” I joke. “I’m— What the fuck was that?” I yell, blaring my horn when some fucker cuts me off.
“How’s the QB hunt going? Random outburst aside, you don’t seem as pissy as usual, and you answered your phone.”
“I think we found our guy.”
“Thank fuck. Tell me it’s not Ryan.”
“Who’s Ryan?”
Carter sighs. “Jesus, Wes. Do you know any of your players’ names?”
“I know surnames.” I’m completely bullshitting him because I know it annoys him. Ryan and Mini B are one and the same.
“Ryan Bennett.”
“Ooooh, yeah, sorry, it’s him.”
I smirk to myself when he groans, knowing Luke is going to be insufferable, and Carter will have to put up with it. But it’s nice that he’s proud.
We’re still talking when I pull into my driveway and notice a familiar truck idling down the road.
“Any lady friends over tonight?” Carter asks jokingly, like he always does, knowing there’s only one other person that would ever be at my place. I could be an asshole, but it’s been a couple of weeks since we’ve actually seen each other, so I do the right thing and give him the answer he wants.
“Nope, my best friend’s coming over. In fact, he’ll be here any minute.”
“You better mean me, asshole.”
“I can see your truck, fucker. Get inside.”
Carter and I drink until the early hours, taking advantage of the off-season, even though I have work in the morning. I’m on my third shot—God knows why we moved to shots—when Lucy comes up in conversation. Carter likes to torment me with her every now and then, and I usually laugh it off, but today it hits too close to home.
“Trust me, you donotwant to mention her name.”
Carter raises an eyebrow and leans in close. “Why, is it your anniversary or something?” he whispers and then laughs. The fucker laughs and I almost deck him.
“No, asshole. A new girl starts tomorrow who happens to be named Lucy.”
“Get out of town. A Katieanda Lucy, within a week.”
