Page 183 of The Renegade Billionaire

“No, but he got crushed last week.”

“It was an illegal hit. Those don’t happen every game.”

On the field, Grey rolls his coin through his fingers. Even Savvy is back to biting her nails as we all watch on.

“If he makes this, it’s game over,” Clover says excitedly. “This would just really stick it to dumb Coach Carlson. He never should’ve left us last season.”

“He won’t miss,” Braxton mutters.

Sage steps up to the ball, takes his long strides back and two to the side, holds up one hand, and goes for it. The ball sails through the air and hits dead center in between the goalposts just as time runs out.

His team rushes the field while we jump up and down. When I look up at Braxton, his eyes are misty—it’s the look of pure, unfiltered love, and when he turns that same expression my way, I know I’ve found my forever.