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She was glad to see him okay since the hit he took earlier was hard to watch. Her heart was in her throat until he got up off the grass and walked over to her.
That kiss, though.
She fought the flush that threatened to creep up. She knew it was for the cameras, since they were on them, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it.
“Are you okay?” he asked, picking off a piece of confetti that fell onto her cheek.
“I am now,” she said, quoting him.
He grinned and leaned over to kiss her, this one soft and gentle. Releasing her, he said, “I’m glad. Come on.”
He took her hand and pulled her over to a small stage, where a few famous faces were chatting it up.
Ignoring them, he showed her the championship trophy.
“Isn’t it amazing?” he asked, the joy on his face making her heart threaten to burst out of her chest.
“It is,” she replied.
Elliot walked over to them. “How about a picture with the trophy?” she asked.
He looked at her. “How about it?”
“Are you sure?” She leaned over to whisper. “I don’t want this memory ruined for you.”
He smiled. “No matter what happens between us, tonight is one to celebrate. So, let’s celebrate.”
She returned his smile. “Okay.”
“All right, Elliot,” Reese said, turning back to her. “We’re ready.”
“Okay. Everyone say champions!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next afternoon,Reese sat in the viewing room, watching film of the San Francisco Wolves.
“Still crazy that they beat the Rattlers.”
Reese turned to watch Joel Callan, the Kings offensive coordinator, walk into the viewing room. He sat next to Reese, wincing at the particularly tough hit on the Rattlers running back on the screen.
“They have an amazing team this year,” Reese commented. “Their defense has kept most teams to less than twenty points per game. It’s going to be an uphill battle.”
“It’s a good thing we have a killer team, too,” Joel said.
A short laugh came from Reese. “We do. But they do too.”
“I would tell you not to worry, but I can’t say that it doesn’t make me worry a little bit, too,” Joel replied, leaning back in his chair. “But I know we’ll give it our all.”
“True,” Reese replied.
They went quiet, and Reese jotted down some notes as he watched, his mind soon wandering to other things.
Sutton had stayed to celebrate the championship with them, the celebration lasting well into the late hours.
When the party finally wound down, he took her home. She fell asleep on his shoulder as he drove, and when they arrived at her apartment, he waited until she woke up to let her know.
When she questioned why, he told her he wanted to let her sleep.