The Endgame Is You (Rixon Raiders 4)
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QB#1: I’ll be home soon.
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My brows pinched. If Jason wanted to make me worry, he’d done a pretty good job of it. By the time I heard his key rattle in the door, I had a giant pit in my stomach.
Sitting forward, I waited for him to enter the apartment. “Hey.” I searched his face for any sign of what was wrong, but he wore a mask of indifference.
“Hey,” he said weakly, dropping down on the couch. Before I could ask what was wrong, Jason pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my shoulder.
“Jason, what is it? What’s wrong?” Dread snaked through me.
His body trembled beneath my fingers as I held onto him as tight as he held m
e. Nudging him away with my shoulder, he finally straightened to look at me. “Coach called me.”
“He did?”
“I’m in, babe... I made the final four.”
“The Heisman Trophy?” My eyes grew to saucers. “Oh my god, Jason, that’s amazing.”
“I think I’m in shock.” Another shudder rolled through him.
“Hey.” I cupped his face. “You deserve this; you deserve it so much. Oh my god, your dad is going to freak.”
“I already called him. He got all choked up.”
“Well, yeah he did.” I smiled. No one wanted this more for Jason than Kent Ford. “I thought you were coming here to tell me something bad.”
“What?” Jason’s brows furrowed. “What would I be—” his expression fell. “Us. You thought I was coming to talk about us.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what I thought, but you were so certain you wouldn’t make the final cut.”
“Come here, woman.” He anchored his hand at the nape of my neck and guided my face to his. “What do I have to do to show you that me and you… we’re endgame?”
“Jason...” I averted my gaze to escape his intense stare.
“No, babe. You need to hear me when I say it’s you.” He forced me to look at him. “It’s always going to be you.”
“I love you, Jason,” I said, because it was true. It would always be true.
No matter where the future took us, my heart would always belong to Jason Ford.
Jason
“Good evening and thank you for joining us. Without you, the fans, college football and the Heisman Trophy would not be what they are today. I’m honored to be here this evening, representing the Heisman Trophy Trust. Congratulations to this year’s finalists for their incredible feats on the field this college football season. We have so enjoyed watching you and following you in this year’s Heisman race…”
The Heisman Trophy Trustee’s voice was drowned out by the blood roaring between my ears as I sat beside the other three finalists. My heart was beating like a bass drum in my chest, my palms were slick, and sweat beaded across my brow under the glare of the lights as the Trustee continued her speech.
“And now it’s time to welcome a new member into our Heisman family. It is my pleasure to announce this year’s winner…”
Time slowed down. I never expected to be here tonight. I never expected to be announced as a finalist… but now I was here, now it was a possibility, I wanted it.
I wanted it so fucking much.
“Jason Ford, University of Pennsylvania.”