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Sawyer
Cole Covington just prayed to a God he doesn’t even believe exists for the sake of his team.
My breath catches. There’s something so magnanimous about that.
Despite my anger with him, I once again find myself thinking that maybe he isn’t as selfish as I thought.
A few of the guys begin to leave, but Cole halts them. “Actually, I need another minute.”
Confusion clouds his teammates’ expressions as he reaches for something inside his locker.
Evidently, they’re just as lost as I am.
Perhaps he has some kind of team present pla
I’m positively dumbfounded when he tosses a set of keys to Cortland. “Enjoy your new car.”
My heart stops cold.
Wait…what?
He didn’t…
He can’t…
Everyone’s mouths hit the floor. Mine included.
Cortland looks utterly baffled. “What about the bet? There’s still over four months left.”
There's a flash of guilt in Cole’s eyes before his features harden. “I never should have taken it to begin with.”
My insides swoop. Oh. My. God.
He did.
“What part of get your asses on the field don’t you shitheads understand?” Coach Stalter booms.
All I can hear is the frantic thud of my heart against my ribs as a hoard of football players rush past me.
I never, ever expected him to do this.
“A little privacy, Izzy?” Cole barks, jolting me out of my thoughts.
That’s when it dawns on me. He has no idea it’s me under here.
Tears spring to my eyes as I clutch my chest.
He didn’t make this right to win me back…he did it because he truly believes it’s the right thing to do.
With or without me.
Lucky Seven doesn’t deserve a second chance…
But Colton does.
He takes a piece of green fabric out of his locker…then hesitates.
Jaw flexing, he swivels his gaze my way. “Would you get the fuck out of here, man? Jesus.”
I quickly hustle toward the door…then pause.
“Good luck today, Colton.”
With that, I walk out.