“I’m pretty sure only an obsessed man would say that.” Zev laughs.
I ignore him and pull my phone from my locker, then rest my back against the metal door. The cool steel presses into my skin, cooling my traps and spine.
I pull up one of my group text threads and type.
Me: Hello, ladies. I need a little help from my favorite female friends.
Fran: I’m all ears.
Rosalie: Love you, Lucca, but I’m not doing anything illegal for you.
Stella: I’m with Rose. I can’t have my baby in jail.
Me: Nothing like that.
Stella: Also, I refuse to pretend I’m into you. Happily married with a baby on the way—in case you forgot.
Me: You think I need any woman to pretend?
Fran: He’s right. Women love him.
Rosalie: Gag. Has Zev left the stadium yet?
Me: All your men are still here. But they’ll be running home to you soon. Now… my favor…
Fran: Listening. And most likely willing.
I knew I came to the right place.
Me: Maggie McCrae.
Fran: LOVE her!
Stella: Do I know her?
Rosalie: The female ref that often officiates for the Red Tails.
Stella: WAIT.
Stella: The woman who has beef with Lucca????
Fran: That’s her.
Fran: She’s fantastic.
Stella: That woman has legs like a racehorse. I am mega jealous.
I agree with Stella. Maggie does have nice legs. But that has nothing to do with why I want her to come to the art show.
Fran: Lucca, you know I love a good scheme, but I like Maggie. I won’t be tormenting her with you. Sorry, bud. If you want to torment the blond guy who works at the stadium’s Chick-fil-A, I’m in. I’m certain he gave me a regular Coke on purpose.
Me: No. No. I’ve decided it’s all water under the bridge.
I’m not actually sure that it is. Our history is long and unpleasant. But I do know I want Maggie’s story. My mindwon’t rest until I get more information. I also know that Fran won’t help me unless I claim to be done with the feud.
Me: I’d simply like to get to know her. No torment involved. But she won’t talk to me on the field.
Rosalie: Huh. I wonder why?
