Hope for Him (Hope Series Book #2) by Michelle Sydney Aaliyah

Author:Michelle, Sydney Aaliyah [Michelle, Sydney Aaliyah]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Sports Romance, Coming of Age, african american romance, New Adult, New Adult Contemporary Romance, multicultural romance
Publisher: SAM & Associates, LLC
Published: 2014-12-03T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Carrington Olivia Butler

Jackson's normal Saturday morning phone call happened, but my feelings after Thursday night were anything but normal. He respected my wishes and didn't ask me about it, but I could tell he was concerned. Wake Forest was heading into town today. Not a football powerhouse, but I admired Jackson for preparing for each opponent the same.

"Do you know where Wake Forest got its name?" I asked.

"Not if my life depended on it."

I laughed out loud.

"Wake Forest is the name of the plantation where the university now sits."

"Really? So, like they used to have slaves and stuff. What kind of plantation was it?"

"I don't know. Cotton, I guess. It was owned by a physician named Calvin Jones."

"Was he a bad guy?"

"No, he wasn't. He was a mason."

"You have to give me something to go on here. I got nothing."

I grinned and pictured Jackson in bed in a hotel somewhere in Thomasville, Georgia, a few miles north of Tallahassee. He roomed with the backup quarterback, but he told me during our morning talks that his roommate got in a workout in the hotel gym before the team left for the game. It was his ritual. This was ours.

"Oh, I got it. He was engaged to a woman who died of TB. Ten years later, he married the girl's sister. That's just not right."

"Okay."

"Oh, and his oldest child, he named Montezuma."

"You're lying."

"No, it says so right here. His children's names were Montezuma and Octavia."

"That's just wrong."

"I know, right?"

Jack sported his Jackson Mitchell number eight, garnet and gold jersey. He pulled it out of his closet this morning and carried it around until I put it on him after breakfast. He was gearing up for game day. Kayla and I headed toward campus an hour before kickoff.

Every open surface of green on campus was occupied by trucks and caravans and buses covered in FSU stuff. Every person heading in was covered in FSU gear from head to toe.

I wasn't going to bring Jack to the game. It would be too many people and too chaotic. He would have plenty of time for FSU games when he got older.

Mr. Griffin insisted we watch the game with him in his suite. I reminded him all the people would freak Jack out. When we arrived, the suite was empty except for Mr. Griffin and his assistant, Ashlei.

"Carrington, Kayla, welcome." He was dressed in a golf shirt with an FSU logo on the left chest and black slacks. He kneeled down to Jack's level, and Jack walked over and gave him a hug. This was only the third time they had seen each other, but they were fast friends. Mr. Griffin scooped Jack up and took him toward the front of the suite to show him the stadium.

The stadium was impressive. The Griffin Suite sat next to the president's box near the forty-five yard line. Glass lined the front. The suite had two rows of stadium seats about six seats, eight on each side divided by an aisle in the center.

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