The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden(77)

“I want…” I pause trying to figure out the best words. “I want to spend more time with you.”

His smile broadens and his posture loosens as he cracks his knuckles. “You were making me nervous there for a minute.”

I can’t help but smile at him. “I was just trying to think of the right words.”

His eyes move over my shoulder to the window where the sky is starting to turn pink as the sun descends below the hills. “I have to be at the stadium in like five minutes, but can you do something for me?”

I tuck the book under my arm. “Sure. What?”

“Can you come watch me play?” he asks. “I need someone to cheer me on.”

“Isn’t that what cheerleaders are for?” I joke.

“Cheerleaders are overrated.” He reaches toward my face, hesitates, and then grazes the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “Besides, I have a feeling you’ll bring me a lot of luck.”

I have to force my eyelids to stay open from his touch. “Alright… I’ll be there.”
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The sky is grey, the lights are bright on the green field, and the metal bench beneath my butt is colder than a freezer. There are clusters of people around me, yelling, laughing, and waving their hands in the air. It makes me antsy, but I work through it.

“So what is it with football that makes people crazy?” Seth observes the field with wide eyes and then squints at the red digital timer on the board. “I really don’t get what the big deal is. I never have. I’ve even been to games before—watched… Braiden play—But I still don’t get it.”

“Maybe it’s fun to watch guys run around wearing tight pants,” I suggest with a shrug.

“You know what? You just made an excellent point.” His brown eyes sweep the field where the players are lined up as he tugs the hood of his jacket over his head.

Kayden is easy to spot because he’s one of the tallest. Of course the “Owens” on the back of his brown and yellow jersey is kind of a dead giveaway, too. I think he’s glanced up at me a few times, but it’s hard to tell for sure.

Five minutes later Seth grows restless, tapping his fingers on his bouncing knee. “I feel like I need to get up and dance or something. Liven up this party.”

I motion my hand in the air. “Dance away.”

He cocks his head to the side at the round man sitting next to him, wearing a beanie and a hooded sweatshirt, and stuffing his face with peanuts. “I wonder what this guy would do if I did.”

I laugh, tucking my hands between my legs. “Probably throw those peanuts at you.”

He pulls a face and then exaggeratedly rubs his belly. “Good, I hope he does. I’m starving.”

I glance up at the timer. “There’s only two more minutes left.”

“And are we winning or losing?”

“The score is twenty-eight to three.”

He raises his hands to the side, aiming me a “duh” look. “And who’s twenty-eight?”

I point at my chest. “We are. We’re winning by a lot.”

He bobs his head from side to side, eyeing the woman in front of us, inhaling a hamburger. “God, I’m so hungry.”

I sigh, pointing at the stairway. “Then go get something to eat. There are some booths outside.”

He stares at the stairs skeptically. “Will you come with me? Sports people are intense.”

Laughing, I get to my feet and he follows me. I say excuse me at least ten times while I accidentally step on people’s toes. When we are on the stairs, I let out a breath of relief at the open space and follow Seth as he trots down to the bottom.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” I hear someone shout over the rustle of the crowd.

Kayden is standing at the sidelines, looking extremely sexy in his uniform, his emerald eyes locked on me.

I shake my head, wrapping my fingers around the cold railing, and lean over it. “No, Seth just needs to get something to eat!”

“Good, because I don’t want you to take your luck with you!” he shouts with a wink and a smile.

I try not to let a big silly grin surface on my lips. “Don’t worry! I’ll be back!”

Wait for me afterwards, he mouths, his lips moving slowly from beneath his helmet. Mesmerized, I nod and he turns back to his team with a spring in his walk.

I return my attention back to the aisle and almost run into Seth. “I thought you kept walking.” I brace myself against the railing and step back.