“They haven’t even set a date yet and you’re thinking of who you’re bringing? What is this actually about?” I ask, my suspicion growing.
Some Fun Facts about Tyson McCreary.
1. He is my best friend.
2. He dips his French fries in mayonnaise. It’s vile.
3. He’s a cat lover, buthas only ever had dogs.
4. He’s afraid of geese after being chased by one as a little kid.
And finally:
5. He is the most confident and self-assured person; man or woman, that I have ever met.
So him faltering and acting weird as hell about a date to our good friend’s future but completely unplanned wedding, completely out of character for him.
“Okay, you’re my best friend in the whole wide world and I’m so happy that you met Ellie, you know that right?”
“Right?”
“You know I adore Ellie, and I hope that you two make it.”
“Okay?”
“Well thanks to you two doing the horizontal tango, I think I may have met the girl of my dreams.”
Ah. There it is. “Sadie.” I deadpan.
“Yes” He pauses. “Was it that obvious?”
“I mean not at first but since Halloween. Yeah, you two have been real cozy.”
“So, you’re cool with me asking her out, like officially?”
“Why the hell are you asking me?”
“Well could you run the idea by Ellie first. Her opinion probably matters more in this situation than yours does.” He jokes. But if we’re being honest, I think that’s more of a truth than a joke.
“Ty, buddy, it’s cute that you think Ellie doesn’t already know. There are absolutely zero secrets between her and Sadie. Like they go lingerie shopping together.”
“Do they really?!” Ty perks up. “Like do they help each other get dressed? That’s kind of hot.”
“I’m going to stop you right there.”
“Right.” Ty grins as I try to glare at him. Truth be told, I’m thrilled he wants to make things official with Sadie. Ever since his Momma’s diagnosis he hasn’t really dated, this is a big step for him. His life for the past eight years has been football, romance novels and his Momma’s health.
“I am truly happy and excited for you.” I say as we grab the beers and head back to Deej and Cameron.
Cameron somehow harangued Deej into calling all the guys who are in on the bet to tell them the news. Which is how half the defensive line and several members of special teams and six of our O-linemen end up at the brewery with us.
We’re celebrating when Coach Pierson walks in.
We go silent. It feels like being busted drinking by yourparents in high school.
He looks around, throws his hands up and proclaims. “The next round is on me. Congrats DJ!” Coach smiles as he makes his way over to our group.
Thank God we have a day to recover from tonight before we play, I have a feeling we are going to need it.
