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going?”
    “Everyone. Now get the hell up and start fucking driving, Texas.” That was the nickname my team had given me.
    “Later,” I told him before hanging up and stretching out in bed for some more shuteye.

    * * *
    F uck .
    The next time I opened my eyes it was almost two in the afternoon. I launched out of the bed, practically dove into the bathroom down the hall and showered in record time. My bag was already packed, so I got dressed and headed out for the customary farewell, except it needed to be done a lot more hurriedly.
    My first stop was to Connor’s room. If I didn’t pay him a visit in his teen hideout, I’d probably never have seen him all week. I gave a quick knock before turning the door handle and walking in. This house had a standard open door policy, so we all knew to lock the damn door if we wanted any privacy.
    “Sup bro?” Connor asked from his desk where he sat, pushing one of the over-the-ear stereo headsets back behind his ear so he could hear me. Smart kid. He had rearranged his room so his computer and TV screens were facing away from the door. This ensured no one could sneak up on him while he was up to his eyeballs in video games… or porn.
    “I’m heading off.” I threw my car keys across the room to him. “Just remember you can only start it and back it out of the driveway onto the street. I don’t want to hear any talk about taking it for a spin around the block, ya hear? Pops is gonna kill me if he finds out from the neighbor again.”
    He stopped whatever he was doing on the computer and got to his feet, tugging the headset all the way off. “All right, all right. Out the driveway and curbside. Got it.”
    He managed a fist bump as he passed by me. “I’ve got first dibs on your ride when you make it to the NFL, bro. Deal?”
    I followed behind him on our way downstairs. “Awww hell naw, kiddo. I ain’t giving up my baby. Tell you what. You start helping out with the twins or Chandler every chance you get. The first new ride I buy when I get a massive signing bonus once I’m drafted will have your name on it.”
    “You’re just messing with me.”
    “I’m dead serious.”
    His eyes lit up real quick. “Yeah? So what kinda car are we talking about here? Mustang, Camaro, Charger?”
    “Show me what you got in the way of child care skills and we’ll talk.”
    He nodded and headed out the front door while I headed toward the ruckus on one section of the main floor.
    “All right you little devils. Bring it in. Quick.” I dropped my duffel bag on the floor and scooped up little Chandler from his cordoned off area in the living room. “What’s Ma feeding you, little man? Crap you’re getting big. Next time I see you, you’ll have a full-on goatee.”
    He repeated the word goat and gurgled. I guess that was his attempt at neighing. Caleb and Callie took a break from their bickering and each of them hugged me around the waist.
    “When are you coming back home, Chris?” They asked in unison, looking up at me with those pleading eyes, looking all innocent. Which they were not.
    “Just in time for turkey day.”
    “Awww. That’s months away.”
    “Yeah. Tell Ma she can load you all up in her SUV and bring you to one of my games. Or better yet, she can fly everyone in. You hear that, Ma?” She was in the kitchen blending up something, so she probably didn’t hear me. I put Chandler back in his play area and went to find her in the kitchen.
    “Hey Ma.”
    She turned from her spot in at the counter where she was blending fruit for smoothies. “I wish you didn’t have to go so soon, love.”
    “Me too. You should fly out with the kids for a game.”
    “I may just have to do that.” She wiped off her hands with a tea towel and came over to me, pulling me in for a long hug. “Seeing you for four to five weeks a year just isn’t enough, honey. Awwww, I’ll miss you.”
    “Me too. Love ya, Ma.”
    “You’d better go before I change my mind and make you