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They’ve got to have confidence that I’m keeping my shit together.
    I climb into the Escalade that Charlie bought for me with a sense of dread. My jaw is clenched so tight that it begins to ache. I reach up and rub my chin hoping to relax the muscles. It’s no use. Charlie said we need to talk. No one needs to talk about good things. She’d have said, “Guess what Colin, I got the shit settled with my dad.” Okay. So, she wouldn’t have said it like that, but something along those lines.
    Of course, when I need to get home quickly every road hazard possible happens. Someone loses a tire a few a cars of ahead of me. I hit every red light. The idiot driver in front of me tries to pay cash going through the pass-only line on the tollway. At some point, I consider beating the shit out of him, but then I realize that it’ll just take me longer to get home if I do.
    Once I’m in our neighborhood I relax just a little, but the weight on my chest is still preventing a deep breath. At least I’m almost home. I wave at the security guard and ignore the photographers as I drive through the gate.
    I keep telling myself that, whatever this is, we can get through it. I can’t let her leave me a second time.
    I have to park on the street because my driveway is too full of cars. That’s probably not a good sign. I walk to the back gate and unlock it. Six guys and two bikini-clad girls greet me as I enter. Two of the guys, I’m letting crash at my place. They’re older players, like, in their late twenties, who are hoping to make the practice team, and then work their way up to the roster. They’re good guys who just need a chance. I haven’t got a clue who the other four guys are, or the women.
    They try to stop me to introduce themselves, but I blow past them. I need to find Charlie. I’ll deal with them later.
    When I walk into my kitchen, Brad is fixing lunch on my stove for two of the security guys. They all acknowledge me, and I note how whipped security looks. They seriously look like they’ve worked out to the point of exhaustion. Their shirts have huge sweat stains, and their hair is matted to their foreheads. I wonder if their appearance has anything to do with Charlie.
    I decide to stop by Jenny’s office, and see if she knows anything more about why Charlie is upset. As I get closer to Jenny’s office, I hear a laugh that I’d know anywhere. Jenna Sanchez is in my home. No wonder Charlie is pissed.
    I open Jenny’s office door. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl.
    Jenna smiles at me. “I believe that I still have a few of my things here. I just happened to be in town, and Jenny said that it was a good time to come by. Your fiancée—” She spat the word out, like it was acid. “—was supposed to be gone all day. It’s not my fault that she’s home.”
    “Get your shit, and leave. I told you that I never want to see you again. Go enjoy your new home, Mercedes, and fucking education, compliments of me. And, may I remind you, that you’ve signed an NDA. If you ever breathe a word about us again, I’ll sell your house. List your car on Craig’s List for a hundred dollars, and then I’ll sue your ass. I expect you gone in five minutes, or I’ll have security remove you.”
    Jenna throws her head back and laughs at me. I’ve never in my life wanted to hit a woman before, but dammit, Jenna makes it sound like a great fucking idea.
    “Colin, you’re a pussy. A big fat vagina. That girl has made you the butt of everyone’s jokes. I watched you on TV, getting defended by her. Does she keep your balls in a jar next to her side of your very comfortable king-sized bed?”
    Jenna stands up and brushes past me as she walks out of Jenny’s office. As she does, she grabs my dick. “Nope, they’re still there.”
    I grit my teeth, “Fucking non-disclosure agreement, Jenna. Remember that. Nothing will make me happier than taking everything away from you.”
    I watch her walk out my front door,