4th & Girl (Mavericks Tackle Love) by Max Monroe

Author:Max Monroe [Monroe, Max]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: A Mavericks Tackle Love Novel
Publisher: Max Monroe LLC
Published: 2018-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

The energy was amped and the smell of sweat was rampant as the sound of cleated feet stomped into the locker room in Charlotte stadium.

Another win and another glorious week of feeling like we had a chance at the championship this year.

I wasn’t a standout player by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d done my part, and that was all I could really hope for as the weeks kept ticking.

“Good game, Leo,” Cam said with a smack to my back as he walked by me on the way to his locker.

“You too,” I said back, smiling at the superstar who’d somehow become my friend. I’d spent years looking up to the guy, watching his games on TV, and trying to learn something from him, and as fate would have it, it seemed he was turning into one of my closest friends.

Life was so funny that way.

“I’m impressed by your coverage,” he added. “And I know the other guys are too. Sean already said he wants to run some drills with you this week. Get a little one-on-one action to give you some experience with the best receiver in the league.” He rolled his eyes at Sean’s obvious ego, and I just laughed.

The opportunity to work with guys like this was mind-blowing, no matter how cocky they were.

“Great. Tell him to expect a run for his money.”

Cam laughed at my arrogance and winked. “Oh, don’t worry. I can’t wait to tell him that.”

He jumped up from the bench and slapped me on the shoulder.

“He’s gonna run your ass off for it, though.”

I grinned. “Good.”

Cam nodded his approval, and everything inside me sighed. I couldn’t believe how easily I’d taken to the team and the guys, and how right my career choice felt. It honestly felt like I was exactly where I should be, doing what I was meant to do.

Of course, that kind of security only made me think of Gemma and how she didn’t know.

I just didn’t understand how she couldn’t. The instant she’d opened her mouth and starting singing along with the queens onstage, it’d been clear to me and everyone else inside Drag what she should be doing and then some.

She was talented. So fucking talented.

And beyond that, you could tell she lived for it. Breathed for it.

Like she was meant to be onstage.

I just wasn’t sure how to get her to see it.

Opening my locker, I grabbed my bag from the hook and set it on the bench in front of me to get some clothes and a towel for my shower. But before I could pull out my T-shirt, the bottom of the bag buzzed against the wood of the bench, the loud sound echoing against the metal of the lockers.

I fished around in the bottom until my fingers closed around my phone and I pulled it out.

Several texts from Gemma lit up the screen, and I immediately clicked to open them, shower plans long forgotten.

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