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Published January 15, 2017
"Christa is sobbing, Courtney’s a mess, and there ain’t shit I can do but try to hold it together for both of them while I’m falling apart inside."
"You needed me, and I needed you to need me. I’m a fucking man, Courtney. More importantly, I’m your man.”
"I am piss and vinegar, and ready to unleash my bitterness on a bunch of players, a coach, and a staff of men who view me as a joke."
"I pull Courtney back and shut the door, caging us back inside the bathroom. Landry and her folks are all sorts of pissed, but I don’t care. She’s feeling like shit, and I’m feeling like I need her."
“Oh, damn!” Christa yells as Trae steals the ball. “He’s flying! He’s flying! Christ on a cracker, is he a bird? Is he a plane? Hell no, he’s a baller with wings and...Oh, man, he made a three! Sweet baby Jesus, a three! That means we won, right? James, did we win?”
“Yes, Christa, the Stallions have won their first game ever,” James answers, grinning like a proud father.
“James, are you crying?” Christa asks.
“No.” He wipes away a tear. “No, I’m not.”
“Do you need a tissue?”
James gives her a dirty look.
She giggles, shrugging. “It’s just a game.”
The buzzer sounds. The game is over.
“It’s not a game; it’s my life. And these are not tears.” James stands up and begins walking away. “It’s allergies!”
“We can arm wrestle over her.”
Oh, my God! I laugh.
“How about rock, paper, scissors? I can so beat your ass at that,” Christa challenges.
She doesn’t. She loses all seven times. The last three, Trae does paper, and I know he’s trying to give her a chance, but she just doesn’t catch on.
God, I love her.
You don’t photograph well.” He grins wickedly.
“You did not just say that!” I kick him under the table, and he laughs.
“Be careful. You may damage something you’ll enjoy someday.”
“Oh, please, I kicked your ankle.”
“Mere inches from the goods.” He winks.
“And a big head.”
“I was talking about your ego,” I huff.
“Let’s stop talking about our soon-to-be sex life and back to Coach. What did he say?”
I shake my head. “You make my head spin, Rhodes.”
He raises his eyebrows. “That’s nothing. Wait until I’m facedown between your legs.”
My mouth drops open before I sputter out, “I was talking about the fact you keep switching subjects!”
He chuckles. “I can multitask.”
“For most. But for you, I’ll be easy.”
Time's a ticking hearts are running
Think that Cupid's up to something
You ask me how I feel I say nothing
But lately colors seems so bright
And the stars light up the night
My feet they feel so light
I'm ignoring all the signs
I keep on frontin'
They ask they bluffin'
I keep you wondering
Keep you hunting for my lovin'
But I crave us hugging
Yeah stay stubborn
'Cause I can't admit that you got all the strings
And know just how tug 'em
"Court, you’ll need to get used to me telling you what I wanna do to you.”
“You don’t have to be so crude.” Her voice quivers.
“And you don’t have to taste so fucking sweet, but you do, and I am, so just go with it.”
“When I’m near her, I am aware of every breath she takes—that’s what I told your mom. What I learned last night is that, when I’m not near you, it’s harder to breathe, knowing you are steps away. You have my season, I have your time, and we do this one hundred and ten percent.”
“Everyone wants a team; a place they belong. They want to feel a part of something and like they matter."