And I’m happy on Sunday when we win that game in Seattle. As we head off the field, helmets in hand, Gabe hoists the red hacky sack high. “Streak. Don’t mess with a streak,” he says.
“As if I would.”
When I board the plane home a couple of hours later, I text Brooke withTwo in a row!
And when I land in Los Angeles, my phone serves up her reply.
Brooke:Two in a row! Much better than two-a-day ?
Drew:Well, notalltwo-a-days.
Brooke:You couldn’t resist that either?
Drew:Nope. I could not.
Brooke:I walked into your hardship.
Drew:You could walk rightontomy hardship too.
Brooke:Drew!
Drew:I meant sit on it. My bad.
Drew:Fuck it. Run over and sit on my face. Then on my hardship.
Brooke:You are the naughtiest.
Drew:Yes, and you’re still not sitting on my face or my hardship. But maybe my doorbell will ring when I get home in an hour.
Brooke:I wish I were ringing it…
Drew:And then? Work with me here, woman.
She’s quiet for a beat as I make my way past security at the airport, Gabe by my side. His head’s bent over his phone. The smile on his face tells me he’s likely texting a woman too.
When he looks up, I catch his eye. “Who is she?” I ask.
He just laughs. “Just someone.”
“Oh well, thanks for that deep insight.”
He shrugs, but his dark eyes are playful. That signaturetake-no-prisonerslook has vanished. “Someone I knew long ago.”
“Is she the one who got away?” I ask as we reach the street.
“Long ago we never would have been a thing,” he says.
“And now?”
His curious look says yes before his mouth saysyou never know.
Once we’re in a Lyft, he’s back on his phone and I’m on mine, reading Brooke’s reply.
Brooke:And then I’d unzip your jeans and get to know your innuendo better.
I haul in a breath. We have a winner. She’s feisty tonight.
Drew:I’m in a car with Clements, but just know that later on, when I’m alone, you’re going to do unholy things to my innuendo with your mouth.