So why the fuck am I pissed she’s wearing a jersey that’s not mine? I pull off my headset and jog toward the stands, waving to my friends as I approach them. “Shawn,” Maggie yells from above me. “Great game so far.” “Think the guys could score a couple more touchdowns?” Aiden asks. “Jett’s on my fantasy team, and I could use a bigger buffer.” “I’ll get right on that,” I say, and I drag my eyes to Lacey. “Can you come down to the tunnel?” “Sure.” She fiddles with her necklace and swallows. “Is everything okay?”
