Chapter 15

“Word has it that you two are bosom buddies,” the sports writer said. “They said if anyone’d know, you would.”

“Who said?!” Adam returned more forcefully than he intended.

“Hey, don’t get all ruffled,” the reporter said with a laugh. “I can’t reveal my sources.”

“Then your ‘sources’ don’t know what the hell they’re talkin’ about. Brendan Fletcher doesn’t confide his plans to me,” Adam said, again more emotionally than he wanted to. Adam cursed his stupidity as he turned and walked away. The newsman followed him.

Probably gave him more soundin’ off like that than if you just answered his fuckin’ question, Adam chastised himself.

He looked out onto the field just in time to see Brendan intercept a pass and get tackled as he tried to run it back toward the offense’s goal line. Adam winced and felt a wave of relief when Brendan jumped quickly to his feet, celebrating his achievement.