I give her a stern look. “I’m being very good.”
“Sure, you are,” she has a wicked little gleam in her eye. Is she trying to get a rise out of me right now? “But these next two weeks? This is where the rubber meets the highway. Sink or swim. Condom or baby. You know, this is ‘til death do you part! There is still plenty of time for the maniacal Bridezilla to show up!” She talks in a deep voice with a wha-ha-ha laugh at the end, like she’s Count Dracula.
“Your type of crazy is different, B. How does Bobby make it through the days with you?”
“Alcohol and lots of blowjobs. I know my crazy is out of hand, but it’s like he’s married to two different women and gets to sleep with them both.” I see her shrug her shoulders through the tiny screen on the phone.
I bark out a laugh and Jackson catches my eye and winks.
Fuck, he’s hot.
“Okay, on that note, I’m going to hang up before you eye fuck me through the phone.”
A sly grin on my face because my bestie knows me better than anyone. “Meet me at the florist in an hour, girl.”
“You got it,” she says, and I end the call slipping it back into my purse and walk over to where Jackson and Stephan are. Jackson is right, I need to lighten up. This is fun, planning, waiting it out, talking about what we like and don’t like for the most important day of our lives.
“Everything ok?” he asks as he tangles his fingers with mine.
I smile, folding myself into him. “Perfect.”
seven
FRANCESCA
Vows
Ivow to laugh at your jokes, even when they’re not funny
As long as you don’t complain about my cooking, or my eggs being runny
eight
JACKSON
Idrop Chess off at the florist where she’s meeting my sister and the girls. She relaxed a little once she hung up from talking with Britt but prior to that, she was tense. Not into my jokes. The fun-loving Francesca that never gets upset, has been borderline OCD since we picked a date.
Shaking the thoughts for now, I head to the field. Practice never ends, even though we’re just coming off another State title win.
Yes, you read that right. Make that three State titles that the Comets have brought home to Christmas.
I lost my top players this past year as they graduated and went onto college. Jameson and Connor left a big hole to fill, but the boys stepped up and filled it with ease. And I’ve no doubt we can do it again, as long as we stay focused and don’t get too cocky. I have a lot of talent this year, and more coming up behind them, so it’s going to be exciting, and with hard work, we’ll get there again. I’m sure of it.
Jameson Winters is a freshman at Texas University and just had his debut game. He was outstanding and there is a ton of chatter about him going pro already. Francesca signed him as her first client to LPR the minute he was accepted to theDivision I school. His father, Dashiell "Dash" Winters, was more than happy for us to take the reins alongside his son. He’s smart, but a kid like him will get eaten alive. He’s too trusting and needed someone in his corner.
There’s no one better than my girl. He is there for his education first, even though there is no doubt he’ll go pro. He wants it, we want it, his dad wants it, but I always use me as an example, that you never know what may happen and always come prepared with a Plan B. An injury is what ended my career and it came rather quickly into my first few years in the league. I had no plan, nothing to catch me as I fell.
You just never know where life will take you, and I love that kid like he’s my own, so we are making sure his ducks are in a row.
I run into my office, quickly changing my shirt, throw on a hat, grab my clipboard and whistle and I’m heading back out to the field when I see the boys are already there and in full formation with my assistant coaches all working hard. I check my watch, seeing I am right on time.
I jog up to my assistant Mike, “Hey where’s the fire?” He raises a brow in question. “We were starting at three today. Did I get the time wrong?”
He shakes his head. “They were already here and running drills at two.”
I furrow my brows. “Why?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know, ask them.” He nods to my two captains, Dante and Liam. I take them in, as they circle around the group, talking in hushed tones, then spread into formation ready to call a play.
