Tackling Love - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,47
“Okay, you’re all set.”
“Thank you,” says Skye as I grab her hand and once again head for the exit.
“Good luck, Colt and Skye, I want an invite to the wedding,” yells Daisy as I move Skye faster.
“Wedding?” asks Skye.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
With her hand firmly in mine, I walk out through the exit doors, only to run smack bang into a camera crew and reporter.
“Colt Anders, we see you won the game and now you’ve got the girl?”
I smile down at Skye. “Yes, I did.”
“How does it feel to be going to the Super Bowl?”
All I want to do is hide and be with Skye, but that’s not going to happen.
“The New England Warriors have worked hard this year, and we deserve our shot at Super Bowl.”
“You won the last game for your team. Without you, the New England Warriors wouldn’t stand a chance at the Super Bowl.”
I shake my head and smile. “That’s not true. I couldn’t have won the game by myself. It’s a team sport.”
“And the girl? Did you win her, too?”
I can’t help it as my smile widens. “Yeah, the Skye’s the limit with this one.”
SKYE
Colt’s declaration of love at the airport floored me. Since then, I’ve been living at his house with him and Beau. Beau is completely smitten with me. Colt calls him a traitor.
Today is the Super Bowl.
I’m being chauffeured to the stadium and then escorted to the owner’s box to watch the game. I have on my best Miss Me jeans, a glittery black spaghetti strap top and six-inch strappy heels. My hair has been curled, and I’ve applied a little more makeup than usual. As I take in my appearance in the mirror, I feel good. Colt has been nothing but loving and caring, and he’s treating me like a princess. There’s no more tension. It’s like he came to the decision that I am his, and he doesn’t care who knows.
There’s a knock at the front door, and Beau barks out a loud greeting.
“Beau!” I yell fondly.
The big guy comes bounding up the stairs toward me. I pat the top of his big head.
“You have plenty of treats, and we’ll be home later. So, be a good boy.”
Beau’s tail wags frantically as I make my way down the stairs. Opening the front door, a huge man stands there.
“Ms. Hadley?”
“Yes.”
“I’m here to escort you to the Super Bowl. Are you ready?”
I pick up my clutch from the table near the front door and nod. “Sure am.”
It’s the last fifteen minutes of the game. The Warriors are winning. The excitement in the owner’s booth is palatable. There’s a lot of alcohol flowing, and I’m having an awesome time. As I look around the room, a statuesque black woman is standing off to one side, eyes glued to me. I offer her a tentative smile, and she nods, throws back her drink, and strides toward me.
“Skye Hadley?”
I take the hand she offers and nod. “Yes. Do we know each other?”
“No. I’m a friend of Grayson Moore. My name is Diandra Evergrow.”
“Oh, are you here as Gray’s guest?”
“Ahh, no… I haven’t seen Gray in years.” Diandra nods at the owner of the New England Warriors, Tyson Reed. “Ty and I go way back, he invited me.”
“Okay.”
I feel like she’s studying me, and I have no idea why. The crowd roars, and my attention goes back to the big screen. The Warriors have scored again, and there’s no way the other team can win.
“Hell, yes,” I cheer.
“Skye?” asks Diandra.
“Yes?”
“Do you think you could take me with you when you meet up with Colt?”
“Umm, okay…. I guess. Is there a reason you don’t want to go by yourself?”
“It’s been a while, and I have something to share with Grayson, and I have no idea how to do that on my own.”
Looking at Diandra, she’s beautiful, seems confident, the kind of woman who unknowingly makes every other woman in the room feel inadequate.
“It’s nothing bad, is it?”
“Oh no, just unexpected. Something I should have told him three years ago and never did. Tyson Reed knows. We thought it was best at the time if we kept it to ourselves, but times have changed.”
The clock runs down, and the whistle blows signaling the end of the game.
The New England Warriors have won.
I hug Diandra and laugh. “Woohoo! They won.”
“Was there any doubt?”
“You never know.” I let her go and stand back. “You’re not going to hurt Gray, are you?”
“I promise it’s not my intention.”
“That’s not a