Bax just shook his head.
Misty beamed down at me, “Couldn’t have been prouder of you, sweetheart, had I birthed you.”
I smiled, then my mom and Misty bumped their shoulders.
I knew that my mom would have help from Misty.
If I ever let them.
I sat back down and got ready for the rest of the game.
And when another little turd targeted one of his teammates, another woman stood up and yelled, “I’m with her. Hurt my boy and see what happens.”
Everyone burst out laughing.
The game was a shutout.
In our favor, of course.
We all stood and cheered as the boys dive bombed each other out on the field.
Just then, a very attractive mixed-looking man walked up to us.
Then he nodded at me, then looked at Bronson and held out his hand.
“I’m Marcus DuPointe. Your boy has skill.”
Bronson nodded, “That he does. But who are you?”
Marcus smirked, then handed Bronson a card.
“Talk to him. Then give me a call.”
The woman at his side smiled.
I looked at the card in Bronson’s hand.
Marcus DuPointe, General Manager for the Nashville Trojans.
“Holy. Shit.” Madalyn said.
“Holy. Air. Ball.” I said.
And then I watched as Bronson ‘Beast’ Adams didn’t move to wipe away a tear that trailed down his cheek.
***
We were all waiting in the hallway outside the locker room for the team to come out.
And when we saw Cole, our entire group cheered.
“What did you say to him?” Garrick asked.
Cole smirked, then looked at me, “If he ever upset her again, he would find out real quick that I got The Beast’s DNA running through my veins.”
A special kind of warmth flooded through my system.
“Your toes would tickle his throat?” Cole teased.
