the doorway, a well-read copy of
Harry the Dirty Dog
in one hand and a stuffed elephant in the other. Brody looked over at the boy and then back at Shay, his face giving away nothing. “No,” Brody said, the single word a punch to her gut.
He paused on his way out of the door. “We’ll resolve this tomorrow. One way or another.” He gave Maddox a terse nod. “Sleep tight, buddy.”
Shay figured Maddox might be the only one of them who would be sleeping that night.
THE GIRLFRIENDS’ GUIDE TO THE NFL
Well, girlfriends, it seems our favorite fantasy football player has indeed satisfied his sweet tooth and sworn off Candi. The game’s finest tight end—and it
is
fine—was caught in a serious lip lock with a new lady last night. Check out this cell phone video. Number eighty and a mystery woman were steaming up the windows of the deli counter, if you know what I mean. But the story just gets better. According to my sources, Brody was playing kissy face with one of the team’s interns, a graduate student named Shannon Everett. Ms. Everett is the not-so-identical twin sister of Dallas Cowboys cheerleader Teryn Everett, seen here shaking her, um, pom-poms. It just begs the question: Brody, did you know which sister you were kissing? Or, could this Blaze player be consorting with the enemy?
Six
The woman is diabolical
, Brody thought to himself as he stormed through the halls of the practice facility Wednesday morning. Not only had Shannon made herself scarce the entire day before, but she’d managed to feed that blogger a cockamamie story about the two of them being involved. Sure, he’d initiated their kiss, but he’d obviously played right into her plans. He’d look like a fool if he tried to get her fired now. Little Miss Texas might think she had the upper hand, but she was about to find out that Brody had a brain, too.
“Dang, Sha-nay-nay,” DeShawn was saying as Brody entered the commissary. “You’ve been holding out on us. You’ve got a twin sister? And she’s a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader?” He whistled and the rest of the players and staff congregated around Shannon laughed.
Shannon stood tall amid their teasing; the ever-present ugly hairnet perched on her head as she doled out protein shakes to the players for their midmorning snack. She made each shake individually according to the player’s tastes and nutritional needs and they’d become something of a daily institution among his teammates. Brody doubted the other guys knew she had a nutrition background; they just liked the effort she put into making them taste great.
“We don’t even play the Cowboys this year, Shay,” Jamal Hollis whined. “But you gotta find a way for me to meet her.”
“Does she have a boyfriend?” another player asked.
“What does that matter? She hasn’t met
me
yet,” Jamal said. The other players laughed at his rookie exuberance.
“Finally, you develop some taste in women,” a voice at Brody’s shoulder said.
Biting back his denial, Brody didn’t bother turning to acknowledge Blaze defensive captain Will “William the Conqueror” Connelly, instead keeping his focus on Shannon. It was better not to make eye contact with the cerebral linebacker who had a way of knowing the truth just by looking at a guy. Except of course when the truth had bit Connelly on his behemoth ass a few months ago.
“I’d say the same about you, but then you wouldn’t still be married to your beautiful wife if I hadn’t talked some sense into you.”
Connelly scoffed. “As if.” He was quiet for a moment. “She’s not your usual fare, Brody. A woman like that can get hurt easily.”
“Whatever you’re trying to say, Connelly, just spit it out.” Unfortunately, Brody knew exactly what the linebacker was saying. It burned a little to know his friend bought into the premise that Brody was a love-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy. He couldn’t very well tell Connelly there was no relationship, though. Brody
Harry the Dirty Dog
in one hand and a stuffed elephant in the other. Brody looked over at the boy and then back at Shay, his face giving away nothing. “No,” Brody said, the single word a punch to her gut.
He paused on his way out of the door. “We’ll resolve this tomorrow. One way or another.” He gave Maddox a terse nod. “Sleep tight, buddy.”
Shay figured Maddox might be the only one of them who would be sleeping that night.
THE GIRLFRIENDS’ GUIDE TO THE NFL
Well, girlfriends, it seems our favorite fantasy football player has indeed satisfied his sweet tooth and sworn off Candi. The game’s finest tight end—and it
is
fine—was caught in a serious lip lock with a new lady last night. Check out this cell phone video. Number eighty and a mystery woman were steaming up the windows of the deli counter, if you know what I mean. But the story just gets better. According to my sources, Brody was playing kissy face with one of the team’s interns, a graduate student named Shannon Everett. Ms. Everett is the not-so-identical twin sister of Dallas Cowboys cheerleader Teryn Everett, seen here shaking her, um, pom-poms. It just begs the question: Brody, did you know which sister you were kissing? Or, could this Blaze player be consorting with the enemy?
Six
The woman is diabolical
, Brody thought to himself as he stormed through the halls of the practice facility Wednesday morning. Not only had Shannon made herself scarce the entire day before, but she’d managed to feed that blogger a cockamamie story about the two of them being involved. Sure, he’d initiated their kiss, but he’d obviously played right into her plans. He’d look like a fool if he tried to get her fired now. Little Miss Texas might think she had the upper hand, but she was about to find out that Brody had a brain, too.
“Dang, Sha-nay-nay,” DeShawn was saying as Brody entered the commissary. “You’ve been holding out on us. You’ve got a twin sister? And she’s a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader?” He whistled and the rest of the players and staff congregated around Shannon laughed.
Shannon stood tall amid their teasing; the ever-present ugly hairnet perched on her head as she doled out protein shakes to the players for their midmorning snack. She made each shake individually according to the player’s tastes and nutritional needs and they’d become something of a daily institution among his teammates. Brody doubted the other guys knew she had a nutrition background; they just liked the effort she put into making them taste great.
“We don’t even play the Cowboys this year, Shay,” Jamal Hollis whined. “But you gotta find a way for me to meet her.”
“Does she have a boyfriend?” another player asked.
“What does that matter? She hasn’t met
me
yet,” Jamal said. The other players laughed at his rookie exuberance.
“Finally, you develop some taste in women,” a voice at Brody’s shoulder said.
Biting back his denial, Brody didn’t bother turning to acknowledge Blaze defensive captain Will “William the Conqueror” Connelly, instead keeping his focus on Shannon. It was better not to make eye contact with the cerebral linebacker who had a way of knowing the truth just by looking at a guy. Except of course when the truth had bit Connelly on his behemoth ass a few months ago.
“I’d say the same about you, but then you wouldn’t still be married to your beautiful wife if I hadn’t talked some sense into you.”
Connelly scoffed. “As if.” He was quiet for a moment. “She’s not your usual fare, Brody. A woman like that can get hurt easily.”
“Whatever you’re trying to say, Connelly, just spit it out.” Unfortunately, Brody knew exactly what the linebacker was saying. It burned a little to know his friend bought into the premise that Brody was a love-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy. He couldn’t very well tell Connelly there was no relationship, though. Brody
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