The next morning we drove over to the football complex. It was a nice facility. Nothing to compare with the house that Schembechler built in Ann Arbor but a first class set up nonetheless.
Brad and I got out of the car.
“Aren’t you coming?” I asked Andy.
Andy looked at me. “Well,” he said, “after our conversation on the way down I thought maybe it would be better if—”
Brad interrupted him. “Don’t be a dink!” He laughed. “I don’t think your being with me is going to be the start of any big rumors.”
I was somewhat amused at Andy feeling a level of hesitation in this situation. He never had seemed to before. Well, there was that time at the horse show when I’d kissed him in front of everyone. I laughed at the memory.
We entered the building where a staffer greeted us. He introduced him
