Chapter 120: Opening day

QUINN

When I was growing up, football was a regular part of my life. My dad took me to games from the time I was little, and then once Leo began playing, I never missed seeing him play, from grade school on. In high school, watching him play and then go off with a different cheerleader every time had broken my heart on a weekly basis, until that brief, bright few months in junior year when he'd been mine-and then football had been more than fun, it had been almost foreplay.

During Leo's years at Carolina, I'd been at as many of his games as I could manage. If I wasn't there in person, I was devouring his moves on television. Watching him improve each week, find his own graceful rhythm, had been sweet while we were together and then bittersweet after we'd broken up.

As I made my way into the Richmond Rebels' stadium on the first Sunday of the season, I realized how much I had missed this. Football. I'd missed the excited chatter of fans ready to see their team play, the smell that