The publicist moved away after saying that. He’d been close to her for an hour and she didn’t know if Warren asked for that or if Mike was taking it upon himself to monitor things for their star player.
Warren leaned down and put his arm around her and whispered in her ear. “Are you getting turned on seeing me like this?”
She stuck the tip of her tongue on her lower lip and wiggled her eyebrows. “That’s half my notes.”
“I should know better than to play word games with you.”
“No one can best me,” she said, winking.
“Maybe your mother,” he said before he smacked his lips to hers.
“That’s mean, but probably true. Good luck. I’ll be watching.”
The guard came over and they left. She felt a lot of eyes on her back, but wouldn’t turn around to see who they were.
She was all but running to her seat, the guard keeping up with her, and she made it right when the visiting team was running on the field.
“Perfect timing,” Stacy said. “I didn’t know if you’d get here or not.”
“The guard is out of breath, but I didn’t need him if he just told me the way,” she said. She got right by the front of the suite and up against the glass to watch as the home team came out, Warren running onto the field all confident and cocky.
“I’ll never tire of seeing him run out there,” Stephanie said.
“It is a spectacular sight,” Emma said.
The crowd was screaming, lights were flashing though it was hard to see them in the daylight. She was trying to take it all in when she wanted to write her notes, but she’d do that by memory later.
She never could take her eyes off the game.
Thankfully, Warren gave her a crash course on what to expect when she watched highlights with him while he explained more of the game.
Seeing her boyfriend dodge and get tackled on TV was nothing like being here and hearing the noises that went along with it.
Like when he was running for his life toward the end zone and then sidestepping across the plane to score.
The crowd went nuts, Emma jumping up and down with Warren’s family celebrating too.
When the game was over, they’d won by two touchdowns and she felt as if she’d had just as much of a workout as him.
Who the hell knew your emotions could be so powerful for that long of time?
“How did you handle your first game?” Casey asked her.
“My heart won’t slow down. It should by now and it can’t.”
“I’m like this all the time,” Casey said. “I’m always fearful when he’s tackled.”
“I’d rather not talk about those things,” she said, shaking her head.
The first time someone laid him out flat, she thought she was going to throw up.
But he popped back up and got back in line for the next play.
“We’ll just wait here for about twenty minutes or so until things thin out before we leave,” Casey said.
His family was driving home. It’d be out of their way to go back to Warren’s house.
“I’m going to snack and type up some notes while they are fresh in my head,” Emma said.
