Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“We’d love for you to attend the draft as our guest,” Brent says in a serious tone.
“It’s a big day for us, and we want you to be there, Cindy.”
I stare.
“But will people talk?” I whisper, my pulse racing. “I mean, they’re going to realize that you’re dating me, right? And that I’m dating both of you? Are you ready for that?”
The twins merely shrug and grin.
“We’re as ready as we’ll ever be. But I think you’re overthinking it, sweetheart, because I don’t think the wider audience really cares about whom we’re dating or how many girls we’re dating either. You know some of the other dudes are Muslim, right, and that per their religion, they’re allowed to take four wives simultaneously?”
I stare.
“Yes, but not in the United States. They don’t do that here.”
The twins shrug.
“You’d be surprised. No one trumpets it, of course, because that would be asking for trouble. But there are absolutely professional athletes who have more than one wife. Maybe it’s not legally recognized by the United States government, but their wives know each other and the men have multiple children by multiple women who seem to get along. It’s just a different culture.”
I stare at my handsome lovers.
“But does the NFL know about these plural marriages?”
Brandon shrugs, unconcerned.
“I’m sure they do, but they don’t really care as long as you don’t wave it in their faces. They’re interested in football, period, and what you can deliver on the field. A championship ring is much more interesting than a man’s private life, especially when he’s living it honorably in accordance with his religious mores.”
I pause, stunned.
“Wow. So you don’t think anyone would be scandalized if they realized I’m dating both of you?”
Brent throws me a lopsided grin, showing off his dimple.
“Who cares what they think?”
His brother nods in agreement.
“Again, coaches and owners are more interested in stats, bidding, contracts, money, and Shedeur Sanders. Trust me, that fucker’s going down.”
I nod.
“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about Shedeur and his dad. It’s kind of a strange situation.”
The twins nod and turn to me again, their blue eyes piercing.
“But it’s a good example of why I don’t think anyone cares about our personal lives. Shedeur and Coach Prime are the ones who will be in the spotlight, and the cameras aren’t going to be on us more than a second. So yeah, we’d love to have you at the draft, Cindy,” Brent says. “It’d mean a lot to us.”
“Besides, it’s time you met our dad,” his brother adds in a serious tone. “And there’s no need to panic because Barrett would never judge us for being in a threesome. He’s in his own menage, remember? I think we’ve mentioned it before. It’s some serious shit with a baby too, so he knows how these relationships work.”
I nod, my mind whirling as I consider the possibilities. Oh my god, the twins want us to go public, and not only that, but on draft day! Am I ready for prime time?
But then, Brandon smiles at me, so handsome that my heart melts.
“You don’t have to answer now, sweetheart. Take some time to think about it if you like, but just know that it would mean the world to us for you to be there. But okay, that’s enough talk about us. We always blab on about our football careers, but what about you, sweetheart? What are you looking to do? I know you want to be a livestock vet, but tell us more about that.”
I laugh while tucking a wisp of blonde hair behind my ear.
“Well, what do you want to know?”
Brent grins while popping a juicy slice of tomato into his mouth.
“How did you get into it?” he asks. “What drew you to veterinary science?”
“Well,” I say in a slow tone. “You know I’m a first generation college attendee, right? No one else in my family’s ever progressed beyond high school.”
The handsome twins nod, their bronzed features serious.
“Yes, and we’re very proud of you for that, sweetheart,” Brandon says in a low voice. “You’re succeeding just by being here.”
I nod.
“And I’m lucky too because I’ve had a lot of support along the way. When I was little, there was a 4-H club in our neighborhood, but my family couldn’t afford the fees, much less the expense associated with raising animals. But I had a neighbor take an interest in me, and together, me and Mrs. Lovelace raised goats, sheep and rabbits to show at different 4-H fairs. It was an amazing experience, and piqued my interest in animals and becoming a livestock veterinarian.”
Brent nods, his blue eyes gleaming.
“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” he says. “Do you still have any of the animals?”
“No, of course not!” I laugh helplessly. “They’re long gone because livestock don’t generally have very long lifespans. Most goats and sheep only live ten to twelve years, and the ewes and does generally begin declining at six or seven. Sadly, there are often soundness issues relating to their teeth and udders, so they’re often slaughtered early because of the expense required to maintain them.”