Today was Sunday. We were gathered around the large flat screen in the great room to watch the Patriots play the Raiders. This weekend marked my final puzzle piece; friendship, a bond shared, surrendering trust in them in a way I never thought I was capable of. I missed my parents every day, but I was forever grateful for the gift they had left me. Their spirits created me, attaching me to my new family with friendships sealed so strongly, I knew it could never be broken.
I was chatting with Maggie when I suddenly heard Reese and Logan shouting over the group.
“Dude, did you see that?” Reese yelled, throwing his hand in the air to high-five Logan.
“Hell yeah, I did. That was sick,” Logan yelled before slapping Reese’s hand.
“What, what happened?” I asked loudly, trying to be heard over the testosterone-filled grunting in the room.
“Wilfork just got a pick six,” Logan shouted.
“You’ve got to see this, Claire. Here, check out the replay,” Reese added. “Look at that! Who knew he could run that fast?”
I smiled, remembering the last time Brent and I were here. We discussed football and I offered him a little wager on whether or not Wilfork would have an interception and run it back for a touchdown. I believe Brent said there was greater chances of seeing pigs fly.
I pursed my lips and looked at Brent who was sitting on the couch. He was looking back at me with a wicked smile. “Pay up, Cassidy. I don’t see any pigs flying,” I teased without actually speaking. We learned we could communicate using our minds and practiced it a lot lately. It became our secret way to flirt with one another and I found it incredibly intimate.
Brent’s smile grew wide. I heard his reply in my mind. “Someone cheated, Blake,” he suggested, winking at me.
My cheeks blushed and I bowed my head hoping he wouldn’t see. I never actually told him I had seen the plays in my head during our conversation. My visions had just started and I was not entirely sure at the time that’s what it was.
“The big man’s got skills,” I teased.