He’d said the words a thousand times in his head, had dreamed about saying them to Justin in Paris, in all the perfect days and nights he could have. Or at the airport, before he let Justin go. He’d dreamed he told Coach to pick someone else and then drove to Dallas instead of the ranch, found Justin’s parents’ house and stood on his porch with his hat in his hand and, when Justin opened the door, told him he loved him and that Justin was worth more than the NFL, more than football, more than everything.
