Page 19 of The Game Plan

He held the door for another couple getting on, and Sutton couldn’t help but laugh at the face of the man when he realized who Reese was as the door shut.

“Does that happen a lot?” she asked.

“It differs, depending on how often we’re in the news,” he replied, putting his hand on her lower back as they left the building.

“How often you’re in the news?” she repeated, confused.

He waved the driver off when she came around, and he opened the door for Sutton, taking her hand to help her into the SUV.

Making me feel all fancy.

She settled into the seat and put her seatbelt on while Reese came around the other side and got in, the driver already in their seat.

“Ready, Sam,” Reese said, the SUV taking off while Reese put on his seatbelt.

He turned to her and gave her a smile, her breath catching in her chest.

He is so hot.

“So,” she said, shifting away from him to keep herself under control, “whose idea was it to use the kids at the foundation?”

His smile faltered briefly. “It was Tito’s. At first, he wanted to borrow one or two kids, but I think this idea is much better. It’s community building, especially with the championship game this weekend. It’s good for the team morale, too.”

She hadn’t thought of it that way.

“Is it because of the kids?”

“We love the game, and getting so far has brought us together as a team in a way we haven’t before.” His hazel eyes softened. “But seeing those kids, and have us call them their heroes? That feeling is unmatched. A couple of years ago, I had a kid come up to me and tell me he was proud of me and the job I was doing. Can’t lie, I might have cried when I got back to the locker room.”

“Stop it, that is so adorable,” Sutton replied, putting a hand over her chest.

Reese shifted in the seat next to her, and she could tell he was a little uncomfortable with the vulnerable moment.

“Did you have an idea for the picture you wanted to post for tonight?” she asked, shifting the conversation back to business.

“I have one!” Sam called from the front seat.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“How about you two walking down the foyer, arm-in-arm with her head on your shoulder?”

Sutton leaned forward and looked at him. “She knows?”

“I do,” Sam replied. Stopped at a red light, she turned. “Hi, I’m Sam. Lovely to meet you. Reese and I had a whole talk about staying focused on the football, so when he told me about tonight, I pestered him until he cracked.”

Sutton shook her head, and he held his hands up in a shrug with a grin.

“Nothing I could do.” He pointed at Sam. “She wasn’t going anywhere until I told her, and I didn’t want to be late.”

He leaned back against the seat. “What do you think about her idea?”

“Wait, wait,” Sam said, drawing their attention back to her. “What if the paparazzi are already there? Their photos will probably be up before you can post it.”

Paparazzi?

“There will be paparazzi there?” she asked, concern settling in her stomach.

“Don’t worry,” he said, setting a hand on her arm. “I’ll be there to help you. Plus, there shouldn’t be too many. We aren’t super famous around here.”