Page 147 of Never Say Never
He walks up and grabs the plated omelet out of my hands.
I’m not much of a disciplinarian.
“Threats will get you nowhere.” He smirks.
“Where’s Landon when I need him?”
Connor lets out a small laugh. “I’ll show you, Rawls. I’m finally ready for that. Are you free for the next couple of hours?”
I perk up right away. “Really?”
He looks at me stoically. “You available or not?”
Fuck yes. I’m not missing this.
“Yes. But eat that omelet first. It’s a masterpiece.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
Twenty minutes later we’re in my car.
“Where am I going?”
“Head to Tolliver University.”Huh. Tolliver is the school where Grace just completed her business degree.
“You got it. You going to give me a clue what’s going on?”
“Nope.”
“The suspense is brutal, Con.” I’m joking. but it’s also annoying not to know when I’m the one doing the fucking driving.
“Just consider it a compliment that you’re going to find out first.”
We drive in relative silence, which is odd for us. I put on music to fill the quiet.
About five minutes out, I see Connor tapping his foot, but not to the beat of the music. He’s usually so under control, not fidgety like me.
“Nervous?” I ask, more out of genuine curiosity than to tease him.
“Shut up,” he responds like I’m giving him shit, though not with any fire behind it.
I do, if only because I don’t feel like talking about anything else at the moment.
When I turn into the campus, Connor gives his next order. “Head to the fields.”
Well, there’s my first clue. Not a big surprise, but this is sports related.
I drive through the streets leading to the athletic facilities. Tolliver’s campus isn’t as extensive as the University of Texas, but its sports complex is still top notch. Fitting, for a D1 program.
I follow the signs to get us to the right parking area, and I see a main field that has hashes for both football and soccer. There are soccer goals underneath the football field goal posts on both sides, as well as a full regulation track. This is probably where Grace ran when she was here.
I take in several other practice fields, including a couple with soccer goals.
Connor grabs his bag as I turn off the car. “We’re going to the main one.”
Okay…
I get out and follow as he steps toward the long stairs down to the field.
