Chapter 46

The ball was thrown a little bit behind its intended receiver, but J.J. didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed the ball from the air, lowered his shoulder, and rolled into the end zone. The whistle blew. The signal went up.

“Touchdown Wildcats!”

Patton collapsed in the mud, winded, letting the rain wash over him.

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“That was a hell of a run.”

DeShawn didn’t look away from the enormous television showing highlights of the day. He’d already seen Patton’s scramble for a touchdown about a dozen times, but he wasn’t tired of it yet. Watching it made his throat scratchy. He didn’t know exactly what that meant, but he knew the beer couldn’t touch it. No matter how much he gulped down. They’d all gone to the sports bar after the game to celebrate their victory over the division rivals, but DeShawn was more interested in the victory he’d had no part of.

“Yeah. I can’t believe he dodged Feeney like that.”

“Huh?”