Chapter 11

“Did he catch that?” Oz asked hollowly as the receiver fell out of bounds.

“I think both of his feet were inbounds.”

“There’s no way he caught that. No way.” Most of the Wildcats apparently agreed with his assessment, because they were all gesturing wildly at the ref to signal an incomplete pass. “Shit.”

“First down Breakers on the Wildcats twenty-yard line.”

“Fuck,” Oz spat. “Fuck. What the fuck was that?”

Patton blinked and shook his head. “Luck, maybe.”

“There’s no such thing as luck,” Oz growled before stalking away.