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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Catch
  3. What Reviewers Say About Kris Bryant’s Work
  4. Bold Strokes Books Social Media
  5. Bold Strokes Books Newsletter Signup
  6. By the Author
  7. Acknowledgments
  8. Dedication
  9. Chapter One—Win the Game, Lose the Girl
  10. Chapter Two—Rivals
  11. Chapter Three—Fumble
  12. Chapter Four—When Past and Present Collide
  13. Chapter Five—Sacked
  14. Chapter Six—First Meeting, Again
  15. Chapter Seven—Turnover
  16. Chapter Eight—The Defense
  17. Chapter Nine—Touchdown
  18. Chapter Ten—The Coach and the Cheerleader
  19. Chapter Eleven—First Touch
  20. Chapter Twelve—Turnover
  21. Chapter Thirteen—First Kiss
  22. Chapter Fourteen—The Same Team
  23. Chapter Fifteen—Neutral Zone
  24. Chapter Sixteen—One Minute of Truth
  25. Chapter Seventeen—The Snap
  26. Chapter Eighteen—First Kiss
  27. Chapter Nineteen—The Gay Quarterback
  28. Chapter Twenty—The Marriage
  29. Chapter Twenty-one—The Quarterback and the Cheerleader
  30. Chapter Twenty-two—The Troubled Quarterback
  31. Chapter Twenty-three—Scrambling
  32. Chapter Twenty-four—First Touch
  33. Chapter Twenty-five—First Meeting
  34. Chapter Twenty-six—Touchdown
  35. Chapter Twenty-seven—The New Girl
  36. Chapter Twenty-eight—Fair Catch
  37. Epilogue—Lose the Game, Win the Girl
  38. About the Author
  39. Books Available from Bold Strokes Books
  40. BOLDSTROKESBOOKS.COM

She put her hand on my arm, something she always did to soothe me. “Thank you. I appreciate your help and discretion.”

“Bye, Parker.” I was more enthusiastic when I said good-bye to Buttercup. I rubbed her ears playfully. “And you’ll have to swing by and play with Crowbar. He’s getting all the attention at work, but I have a feeling you would steal their hearts away.”

I slid into my car and waited for the garage door to fully open. I looked everywhere but at Parker who was standing in the doorway looking at me. When I put the car in reverse, I finally looked at her. She was leaning on the doorframe waiting for me to back out of the garage. Her shoulders were slumped, but there was an iciness in her blue eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I didn’t envy Grayson when he sobered up.

* * *

“Did you find out anything?” Jamal asked me before we started our afternoon coaches’ meeting.

“No, but I told his wife that there would be repercussions. I told her we had therapists available for all the players.” Mental health in sports was finally getting recognition. Too many players struggled with the stresses of the game. There was a lot of pressure to stay on top because there was always a willing player to take your spot if you failed. It was time for Grayson to take advantage of that. “And I told her to have him call you when he sobered up. What did Bill say?”

Jamal shrugged. “He said we have to sit down and talk to him about it and that he might have to miss the next game.”

“Fuck,” I said. I wanted to believe it was an isolated event, but I didn’t know anything about Grayson. I didn’t think Parker would lie to me, but she might lie to protect her husband.

“I know. This sucks. At least no one got hurt and we kept it under wraps. Maybe he does community service and attends AA meetings. We can only hope this is an isolated incident,” Jamal said.

“In the meantime, let’s get back to football,” I said. I didn’t want to talk about the Moatses. “We had a shitty away game. Let’s go over plays that will work against Chicago’s defense.” I could barely concentrate on anything. My mind kept wandering to Parker and what was going on in her marriage. We spent two hours reviewing the Bears’ four games this season. They also had a 3-1 record, but they were favored to win thanks to our recent colossal loss.

Halfway through the meeting, Jamal held up his phone. “It’s Grayson.” He jumped up and stepped out into the hall.