Brian
“Just come to the game, then,” I said, desperately racking my brain for an event or reason she would have to see me, and coming up with that. “It’s tomorrow night. I’ll leave tickets for you. Bring your friend. Hanson’s wife Lacey will be there watching. We’ll meet up after. Please, I just want to see you.”
She hesitated. “Maybe,” she said.
“It’s not a no,” I said. “I’ll take it. I’ll leave tickets for you. Please, Sadie.”
“I’ll think about it,” she said and hung up.
I sat on my bed, staring at the phone, feeling like s**t for various reasons. I couldn’t sit there forever, though. I had to get myself to a point where I would be ready for training later. I had to eat to get rid of the hangover as much as I could, shower to clean up when I smelled like alcohol and s*x, and get in
