Page 45 of Run the Play (Nashville Rampage #2)

L andry

I fall to my knees as soon as I step into the end zone. With thirty seconds left on the play clock, my walk over that solid white line just secured our win. We’re league champs for the second year in a row.

I barely have time to catch my breath when my teammates pile on top of me.

“Let’s fucking go!” Reid’s yelling as he barrels into me, slapping his hands against my helmet.

Foster wraps his arms around me and lifts me into the air, spinning me around like I’m a toddler. When he finally puts me back on my feet, Baker is there to lift me next. He bounces me in his arms as if he’s holding his son, before dropping me back to my feet.

I love my team, and I’m fucking stoked that we won the league championship for the second year in a row, but what I need right now is my wife.

Pushing through my teammates, reporters, and everyone else who gets in my way, I search for her.

The field is packed, but I catch sight of her blonde hair.

Cameras and microphones are shoved into my face, but I ignore them.

There’s confetti sticking to my skin, but I pay no attention.

“Landry!” I turn my head to see my sister and Knox working their way through the crowd to get to me.

When they’re close enough, Corie releases her husband to hug me.

“I’m so proud of you,” she says, tears in her eyes.

“You did it! Two years in a row!” She’s shouting because you have to in order to be heard, but I also think she’d be shouting regardless.

She’s smiling so wide, I fear her face might crack.

“Thanks, Core.” I return her hug and keep moving to find my wife.

We spot each other at the same time, and she takes off running, and I stop and open my arms for her, catching her easily.

She buries her face in my neck, and I do the same with hers.

I stand here in the middle of the chaos of celebration just holding her.

This moment is so much fucking more with her here to share it with me.

“I’m so proud of you!” Rowan says, pulling back.

I smash my lips to hers, needing to kiss her.

I need the taste of her on my tongue before I can thank her.

Eventually, I pull away, knowing now is not the time to ravish my wife.

“Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds,” I say, pushing her hair back out of her eyes.

“I hope you’re ready to celebrate tonight, wife,” I say, bouncing my eyebrows.

Rowan tosses her head back in laughter. She’s radiating with happiness.

After the last few months, it’s great to see her relaxing and facing life with joy and laughter.

Each day, she comes out of her shell a little more.

She shows me that her past didn’t break her; it only made her stronger.

Just seeing her push forward every day tells anyone that she’s a fighter.

“Number one in the program, and number one in my heart.” She grins as she turns around to let me see her back. She’s wearing my jersey with our name on the back. After a closer look, I see that Mrs. Reynolds is embroidered inside my number.

“I’m fucking you with nothing but this jersey on when we get home,” I growl into her ear.

“I don’t know, Mr. Reynolds. Are you sure you know the play?” she teases.

“Baby, I can run the play all night long.” I wink at her before I dive in for another taste.

This is my future, this incredible woman by my side. I can’t wait to see where life takes us.