Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I double fist pumped in pretend excitement, which in turn caused the trucker next to us to pull his horn, effectually scaring the absolute shit out of me.
“Jesus Christ,” I jumped and looked over at the truck driver with a broad smile on his face.
I waved shyly as he passed.
Adeline had no problem laughing at my abject terror though. In fact, she pulled over to the side of the road. “Oh, God. I’m gonna pee myself.”
I glared at the heifer. “Drive or I’ll miss the first pitch.”
Adeline snorted. “Kickoff.” She corrected.
“Oh,” I said. Then added. “I haven’t the first clue what goes on in football. And I don’t know who I’m going to sit with. Nor if I’ll even see Trance.”
“Well, you have plenty of places to choose from. Although, Kettle likes to stand at the fence, so I can’t tell you where to sit or who to sit with. You might see Trance if you stand as well. As for how football is played, you’d have to ask someone who knows. I have no clue either.”
The rest of the drive was spent contemplating getting our toes and nails done, and whether we should try to get Kettle to babysit.
“What could it hurt? If she cries, you just rock her. You wouldn’t be doing anything different there than you would be at home.” I said in confusion.
“Well, yeah. But what if she gets hungry?”
“Then you feed her.” Duh!
“Kettle would probably have a coronary if he found out I had my boob exposed in public.” She said dryly.
Oh dear. We’d had this discussion many times over the last ten months. I, personally, didn’t care about what people thought. Adeline cared too much. So we always agreed to disagree.
I was happy when we pulled up to the game. I didn’t want to have another breastfeeding debate with her.
“Bye, Addy. Let me know what you decide on getting our toes done in a couple of days.” I instructed as I blew her a kiss and got out of the car with Radar hot on my heels.
She drove off with a small wave, and I bought my ticket at the gate.
For thirteen effin’ dollars.
“Ma’am, you can’t have any pets,” the woman taking tickets at the gate snapped.
I rolled my eyes and handed her my disabled license, effectually shutting the woman up in her tracks. I was prepared for events like this.
The woman reluctantly stepped aside as Radar and I walked slowly into the very large crowd that was congregating at the back of the concession stand.
What I didn’t realize was that Adeline had dropped me off on the visitor’s side; it turned out to be in my favor since one of the first people I saw was Shiloh, Sebastian’s sister, sitting at the very front center row towards the middle.
Me never going to a game before, and being vastly overwhelmed by all the sounds, smells, and sights, I was glad to see a friendly face.
Well, seeing the face was new to me. I hadn’t actually seen her for real since my vision had returned. All I’d seen were pictures at Sebastian’s place, or on Shiloh’s Facebook page.
When I got within shouting distance (which was only five feet away, because holy shit was the band louder than hell) I yelled her name.
Which got the attention of the entire group she was sitting with, including the two men, Max and Gabe, who’d very recently put the alarm into my house, standing behind Shiloh.
Shiloh started waving excitedly, and I climbed the stairs and walked over to them slowly, surprised by the sheer amount of people that were there.
Holy shit, but did they know how to sit down? The people in the front row most likely couldn’t even see.
Not that it bothered the men of the group I was headed to. They were all standing anyway, pissing off the people behind them who were too afraid to say anything about it.
“Viddy! What are you doing here?” Shiloh asked as she pressed on the man’s legs at her side to make room for me.
The man, blonde, big, and built like a sex God, moved over with a roll of his eyes, never interrupting his conversation with the man beside him.
The man beside him was Sam, Sebastian’s brother.
Those two looked so much alike it was uncanny.
I’d also seen pictures of him at Sebastian’s place, too. Although Baylee was the one responsible for the pictures.
No Facebook page for Sam, though. Apparently, it’s an alpha-male rule to not have anything social media related that has your face plastered all over the internet. I’d tried to tell Trance that everyone, and I do mean everyone, had a Facebook. Hell, I was blind and had a Facebook, but he didn’t care. He refused just on general principle.
I sat down in between the blonde man’s leg and Shiloh, turning my attention to the game before answering her.
Radar made himself very comfortable by sitting on my feet and leaning his massive furry body against my legs, with his head resting in my lap.
I stroked his hair as I answered.
“I’ve been asked by multiple students to come watch the game. One of my favorite students is the running back. Number 58, he said.” I yelled.
The game hadn’t even started yet, and the roar of the crowd was nearly unbearable to my heightened senses.
“Did you come with someone?” Shiloh asked in concern.
I shook my head, oblivious of her concern as I scanned the field for Falco’s number and Jade on the sidelines.
“No, just me and Radar here.” I said indicating the dog.
The man that was at my other side dropped down and sat on the seat beside me and yelled, “Trance let you have Radar?”
The surprise in his voice was evident, even over the din of the crowd.
I turned and regarded him closely, studying his blonde hair, angular nose, full lips, and square jaw before answering. “Yes. For now anyway. He’s working.”
He cracked a smile, and I suddenly remembered the name that belonged to the voice. James. Shiloh’s husband. The SWAT officer for Kilgore Police Department.