Chapter 3
He patted my back as we closed in on the diner, rolled his palm around one of my shoulders in a rather intimate and caring action, and said, “You’re future is starting today. You have nothing to worry about.”
I hoped Aaron was right. In the past, he’d been unwise and irresponsible. But then again, most men always failed something, even when they didn’t want to. And failure sucked, especially in the world of football and the rugged behaviors of competing jocks.
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