Dirty Player: A Rough Riders Novel - Plot & Excerpts
It landed soft and perfect in Oliver’s outstretched hands, where he ran another seven yards for a touchdown to move the Rough Riders ahead.Twenty-one to seventeen. The team was doing it. It was late in the third quarter, but I couldn’t relax. Beaux had played the first quarter and then the first string had taken the bench until late in the third quarter. I had seen what Oliver meant: Beaux hesitated in the pocket more than normal, like he hadn’t quite found his rhythm.I’d chewed off any nails—which had grown since summer training camp—during the first quarter, but when he took the field again he looked more relaxed. More confident. More like the Beaux Hale people were used to seeing, and the crowd ate it up.I stayed on my feet, cheering, and gave him a thumbs-up as he hurried off the field. I’d done it since he was in the youth leagues in Iowa and never stopped. It didn’t matter that most of the time he couldn’t see me.He’d bought these seats. He knew exactly where I was.
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