Brooke:Um, hello. How about winning all three or four in the post-season too?
Drew:You and your technicalities.
Brooke:Gotta stay on top of details ?
Ah, hell. That’s too tempting.
Drew:I know what I’d like to stay on top of.
That earns me an eye-rolling emoticon.
Drew:I walked right into that. I know. Anyway, were you at the game?
Brooke:I was. I wasin the team suite.
Drew:Ooh, fancy!
Brooke:Yes, I wore a suit. So fancy.
Drew:Wait. For real? Also, pics or it didn’t happen.
Brooke:I think you have a thing for a sharp-dressed woman.
Drew:You don’t have to think that. You shouldknowthat. That whole boss-lady look from the other night worked for me big time.
Drew:But wait. Hold on. So did your bikini when I met you.
Drew:And the sundress when we got drinks. And the T-shirt after I made you come so hard you saw stars.
Brooke:Cocky much?
Drew:Just all the time.
Drew: But admit it. There were stars?
Brooke:Maybe cosmic dust?
Drew:Well, I better try again then?
Brooke:I mean, it’s not a bad idea…But seriously, I wore jeans and a nice blouse. And everyone was excited about your performance.
Drew:Did you tell anyone I’m an excellent performer in other ways too?
Brooke:No, Drew. I kept that delicious tidbit to myself.
Drew:If you must.
Brooke:I must.
Drew:I know, but I’m psyched you were there. Too bad you aren’therethough.
Brooke:Yes, it is too bad. But I was proud of you. What a great game.
Drew:Thanks! Not gonna lie—it feels good to start the season this way. I really want to impress the team and the fans.
Brooke:You absolutely will.
We text a little longer, then we do it again a few days later, then she wishes me luck before I fly to Seattle for an away game. Before I board the flight, I do some interviews with the local media, as per Stephen’s request, then do some more in Seattle before the game there. He’s keeping me busy, but the chance to talk about the game I love is one I relish.