Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 99012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Bella cleared her throat. “I was thinking, I should sleep in the other guest room tonight.”
My eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, Wyatt’s here, and, you know, we just started dating. I don’t want to give him the impression that you should jump into bed with someone so fast. I don’t think he’s even had a girlfriend yet. He’s impressionable.”
I’d seen the girls on the bleachers waving at him with googly eyes when we were leaving practice, not to mention, a few of the young nurses had been friendly to him, and he’d been chatting them up.
“He’s seventeen, Bella.”
“So? He’s a young and innocent seventeen.”
“The boy is getting laid, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widened. “He is not.”
Wyatt’s wallet was on the counter, so I lifted it and spread the leather on one side tight. I’d been guessing, but sure enough, there was the familiar ring from a condom inside. “Hate to break it to you,” I said, holding it up. “But he’s not innocent. You’re sleeping in my bed.”
Wyatt came back down the hall, so Bella stepped back, and our conversation was momentarily tabled.
“Dinner is going to be ready soon,” she said. “Why don’t you two set the table?”
A few minutes later, we sat down to eat Bella’s fettuccine alfredo with chicken.
“How long did it take you to buy this place?” Wyatt asked with his mouth full. “I mean, did you buy it the first year you made it to the pros?”
“No, I bought it about three years ago.”
“But you could have afforded it then, right?”
“Wyatt,” Bella scolded. “It’s rude to ask people what they can and can’t afford.”
I shrugged. “It’s alright. I had some good advice on how to spend my money when I first got started, and it should be passed along. Wyatt’s got a great leg. If he makes it, maybe he’ll remember what we talked about. Yes, I could’ve afforded to buy a place like this my first year, but I didn’t. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because someone I’d been close to for years, he actually coached my pee-wee football team, told me that forty percent of all NFL players have their careers ended prematurely by injuries. And more than sixty percent have surgery that changes who they are as a player. He told me never to expect my career to last more than the current season. So I used fifty percent of my first-year salary, after the government took their piece of the pie, to buy an annuity. You know what that is?”
Wyatt and I both scooped out second helpings. He shook his head.
“You give your money to a company today, and they agree to pay you more money than you gave them over a long period of time. So if my first year was my last, I knew I’d at least have a paycheck I could live off of for twenty years, if I had to.”
“Oh…”
I grinned. “Not so exciting, is it?”
“Not really.”
“I used the rest of the money to pay off my mother’s house, rent a decent place, and buy a flashy car I didn’t need, which I’ve since sold.”
Wyatt finished off his plate. “Is it okay if I take some selfies with your MVP trophies to show to my friends?”
“Help yourself. I might’ve taken a few selfies with them back in the day, too.”
Bella and I cleaned up dinner together, and then Wyatt and I watched reels of the team the Bruins were playing this weekend to look for bad habits among the defensemen that I might be able to take advantage of. Bella caught up on some work on her laptop, and before we knew it, it was almost eleven.
“You ready for bed, Wyatt?” Bella said.
He nodded and turned to me. “Can you pick me up from practice again tomorrow?”
“Sorry, buddy, I can’t. We leave for the west coast in the afternoon. When we have to travel a long distance and there’s a big time change, we sometimes fly out on Friday so we have Saturday to adjust before the game.”
He frowned. “Oh, okay.”
“What about Monday?”
Bella turned out the light in the living room. “Your mom will probably be home by then, Wyatt.”
“Oh, right.”
“You have a game next week?” I asked.
Wyatt shook his head. “It’s our bye week. Next game is a Friday-night game, two weeks from tomorrow.”
“I’ll try to make it to that, okay?”
He smiled, but then tried to play it cool. Such a teenager. “That would be a’ight. I mean, if you can...”
I mussed his hair. “Get some sleep, and have a good weekend. There’s a great gym downstairs, if you want to check it out. I’ll tell security to leave you some guest passes at the desk.”
In the bedroom, Bella started to get ready for bed. She’d brought an overnight bag and unpacked a T-shirt and sweats, but I stripped out of the T-shirt I was wearing and tossed it at her, then swiped the sweats from her pile.